Friday was a work day.
I was in work mode. I was thinking of super-bugs like pseudomonas, mrsa, and diseases like HIV, tuberculosis...you know, fun stuff! Stuff that challenges my brain.
"Good-morning. Infection Control. This is Sherry. How may I help you?"
This BETTER be good.
"Well, just pull it off."
"I can't. It's stuck."
"Well, take her into Grandma's room. Have her help you. I'm working right now. Bye."
"Good morning, Infection Control. This is Sherry. How may I help you?"
Prince Charming: "What's this about tape around Victoria's neck and Grandma calling 911?"
"WHAT?" That was NOT the same version I got.
I hung up and called home. I had pictured in my mind a little ball of duct-tape stuck to Victoria's head.
I wasn't thinking like this.......
Please. Do not call 911. (We'll be the laughing stock of the fire department).
Hello? My doggy has a role of duct tape around her neck. Ummm...could you come save her please? I could just see that 911 tape hitting the 6:00 news.
I hung up and called A2, who as luck would have it was out and about. A2 used to work at a real zoo, with real animals. Without hesitation she went into rescue mode and went to the house. (Thank you...thank you...thank you....)
Meanwhile, Grandma made her own call to the next door neighbor. The new neighbor. The one that hasn't even officially moved in yet. (They've been renovating the house next door for about 6 months now). The one who still lives across town. The wife called her husband, who was out and about and without hesitation went into rescue mode and went to our house. (Thank you...thank you....thank you.... oh, and by the way...Welcome to the neighborhood! He has now seen my house a pit, my mother and my children in their pajamas, and my dog with duct tape around her neck - yee haw).