Dr Grizz visits mother

Bouvier stories
	From: Kttysktty@aol.com Date: Sun, 23 Nov 1997 23:51:06 -0500 (EST)
	Dr. Grizz Visits Mother
	My name is Patty, I live in Illinois, and I am fortunate enough to be owned by Grizz, a/k/a Sue's BlueBoyPuppy. I had a Bouv Adventure today, and wrote Sue about it. She asked me to post it to the list, so here goes. I'd like to start out with mentioning my personal motto: "When in doubt, Act Out". I think that following all the rules all the time may not be the best way to live life, and sometimes, we have to follow instinct instead of what we're told to do. I also think that everyone responds to love.....even if it weighs 40 something pounds and kinda looks like Alf, except darker. People, take your dogs with you.....they spread unimagineable good things as they go. Mom's been in the hospital....she has polymyositis, and recently developed some heart irregularities. When the heart stuff started, they decided to admit her just to be on the safe side. Everything appears to be ok, and they're figuring out which med and what dosage is appropriate for the cardiac stuff. So, I went to visit her today. My (four) brothers are NOT taking this well at all. They're horrified that they can't just fix this. Brothers are in the hospital room...horribly uncomfortable.....dad is sitting there, just POSITIVE she's never coming hom. I did her nails. Hahahahahaahhaha. Anyhow, her blood pressure was walking up and up and up, and mine prolly was too, from the tension in the room. So, you know my motto: "when in doubt, act OUT". I put down the file and said....ya knoooooow.....grizzie's in the car...heh heh heh. Brother Paul says...so? I say....wanna sneak him up here? Dad sez....oh god, don't do THAT! I say....whut? they're gonna kick her out? (you should know.....i'm the only girl....brothers are ages 50 to 37....I, of course, am 18. All of us are professionals....MBA's and what not...just to set this up) So.....we start wandering the halls trying to figure out how to get him in. Paul finds a laundry cart.....we sneak it into the elevator, to the service entrance...get Grizz out of the car, plop him in the cart and say...."now SHHHHHH" soooo....we get him up to the room. (My brother wanted to carry him in like a baby until he realized how heavy a 43 pound puppy can be.) My father says "I cannot BELIEVE you did this!" We all laugh, and pull Grizzie out of the cart. He trots right over to mom's bed......she patted his head and talks babytalk to him....he sniffs the IV carefully, and the doodad connected to the monitor....backs up a bit, and slimes her hand. He then gets up on hind legs, rests his head on her arm and sighs and wags his butt. The room breaks UP. After a few more pets and things, Grizz hopped down and decided to work the room. I was working on Mom's nails again, and needed the little file, which brother had. I said...Paul, give Grizz that file, ok? Paul sez..."Oh right" gives Grizz the file.....Grizz takes it and I said...bring it here, buddy. He trots right over and gives it....and goes and moons over my Mom some more, who tells him WHAT a hero he is. I finished with the file, and gave it back to Grizz and said...take it back, and pointed to Paul. He trotted back, dropped it in Pauls lap, and pointedly waggled his eyebrows at Pauls donut. Room breaks up. We're all laughing and stuff....blood pressure is coming down. Nurse came down the hallway. We stash Grizz under the bed, whisper "You have to stay still, Grizzie, and be quiet" Nurse comes in humming, we're chattering, she checks bp and stuff.....and the six of us are snickering and chortling and nudging each other. My mother is looking VERY innocent.....Dad is dying a thousand deaths, cuz he's sure he's going to be asked to leave immediately. Nurse finishes her thing, turns around, and OVER HER SHOULDER says...."nice puppy". We all laughed ourselves silly. I went around and looked....and he was still laying under the bed, but he was peeping out of the blanket...you could see a hairy muzzle and one eye......and his butt was wagging like crazy. More laughter , and now we're telling pet stories. The room lightened about a thousand degrees. And mom is LAUGHING. Grizzie knew who needed the most help, and went over to Dad to demonstrate his paw offering technique. After a while, the Doc came in for evening rounds....this time we stashed Grizz under the chair.....draped coats around and stuff. Doc came in and said....."Where's this puppy?" hahahahahahhahaha....We bring Grizz out, he runs over to Gramma and puts his head on her hand and looks at Doc and all of us with the patented "Now is this cute or what?" Bouvlook. Doc said....."Well.....if it takes a puppy, so be it. Your blood pressure is rock bottom for the first time in days." I said..."does this mean Grizzie can come all the time?" Doc says...."Well..if you sneak him in again, who am I to say?" After a while, after an MBA, a Social Worker, and a Mom work him over, he wrote in her chart "Unconventional Therapist, Grizz Larson, allowed visits prn for treatment". Hahhahahahahahhahahha. Grizzie behaved impeccably, demonstrated superb kissing up skills, and mooched muchos bagels and donuts. Mom's blood pressure dropped, probably because it turned from a wake to a party, and we all ended up staying MUCH longer than we had intended. Sue, thanks for Dr. Grizz. He's earned a lifetime of love here already. But, I swear, he's an alien in a dogsuit. No 4 month old puppy should know this much about life and people. Just my little story....sorry for the verbosity of it.