Fate has an evil and ironic way with me . . .

[Dr.mom]

Yup, the people at his practice are all old friends and colleagues. People I partied with, went to conventions with the past 12 years. They all gave me the hairy eyeball, like I was a leper. I wonder what all he has told his workplace about us. They avoided me like the plague.

Not going to read to much into their behavior. People are weird. No one ever knows how to react in situations like that. Very awkward for everyone.

At least I was dressed for a date and looked very good: Short hiking shorts and boots, white t-shirt, tan legs, blond hair curly, loose and flowing. I really wished H would have come out to see me like that. I had my game on.

He is a coward. Easier to hide "back in the surgery suite" than come out and be a man . . . .that's routine for him. Hide or run away.

I wanted to stand in the middle and scream "I DID EVERYTHING I COULD FOR THIS MAN AND HE TURNED ME AWAY".

H did not know about the incident that caused the attack. I am not that dumb to mention it and stir up trouble. We live on a farm, and the dogs get into all sorts of scrapes. It was evening, and I just told him I came home and found her like that. Probably a stray dog that she got into it with. Par for the course around here. The beagle weighs all of 18 pounds and thinks she runs the world, does not back down to anything, but has some social issues (gee, sounds a lot like her mum).

H was very cordial on the phone. Seemed very concerned and caring about the dog, but then again, I hear him like this everyday at the end of the day when he has to call back owner's regarding their pet's status. He treated me professionally and courteously, like he does all his clients. Not a word about anything else. I am sure, in his mind, he thinks he is being "wonderful", caring and generous.

I just can't stomach the "cold, distant" bit. I am always shocked at how un-emotional and robot-like he is, and always has been.

There I go again, thinking this man could ever change. A lepoard can't change it's spots. At least I was as to-the-point and composed as he was. Calm detachment.

About the other dog, the lab, and the fight-incident. Well, it was our fault. We were fishing, and throwing the dead fish to the dogs on the bank. Bad idea, they got into a fight over food (a big dead fish). Both are females, and are known to be scrappy fighters. The guy felt totally terrible, his sentiments were actually very touching and sweet. He held me for a long time while I bawled after I dropped the beagle off at the hospital. Poor guy, he really had no clue why I was crying so hard. But the hug felt really good. Reeeeeeallllllllly good.

And it was nice to be around a guy who could be emotional and supportive and talk me through things. He's a really neat individual. Getting to know him has been very helpful to me. Sometimes you need to get a 2X4 upside the head. To realize there are mature, balanced, emotionally stable people out there who treat you well.

Why are we all obsessing over these sick individuals? Why do we think they can change? Why do we accept their sub-par behavior?

By the way, New Guy (NG, for short) sent a "get well card" from his dog to mine. Very cute. Also keeps insisting he will pay for all vet bills. We both knew our dogs were a little unstable, but they had done so well on other outings. We just got lax, our fault for giving them food to fight over. His lab also had a chipped canine tooth, so in effect, as a "sharp point" that cut the beagle more than a normal "scuffle" should have.

Maybe I should bring the lab into today, for H to fix the tooth. That should send him spinning!