After a 12-1/2 hour school day that included parent/teacher conferences, I arrived to four enthusiastic dogs. As usual, they bounded into the laundry room and started barking when they heard the garage door.
But, when I walked in, Betty White was shaking. She followed me and tripped into a water bowl.
I scooped her up, set her back on all four paws and watched her stumble. Betty White seemed disoriented. She was shaking. Her tail was between her legs.
TEXT FROM ME TO DR. KERI: Keri, I think you’re teaching pole right now, but something is really wrong with Betty White.
KERI: I just got home. I had to get a sub for pole because I’m still sick. What’s wrong with Betty White?
ME: She’s being nice.
TOGETHER: Nervous Laughter.
ME: She’s letting me hold her and she’s not snapping at me when I wipe her eyes.
KERI: Do you want me to come over?
ME: No. You’re sick. I’ll bring her to you for a house call.
Turns out, Betty may have a scratched cornea.
I wonder if she had some type of stroke. Dwight had a Transient Ischaemic Attack (TIA).
Between school and Betty White, I did not put on my pajamas until 8:45.
With a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon to keep me company, I turned on the televsion. Michael Moore was talking about a resignation.