I was distracted in the Zoom meeting as my phone made a buzzing sound vibrating against my wooden desk. One time wasn’t a big deal, however as the sound continued with repeated calls, I began to get a little nervous. My kids might call in a school day, but if I don’t answer they will wait for me to call back rather than call a second time.
As soon as my meeting ended, I called home. Immediately upon answering, I heard ear piercing yelps in the background over my daughter’s nervous verbal summary of how Miles had thrown up four times in a row and was constantly whimpering. “Did someone step on him?” “Did he eat something?” “Were you watching him?” Hanging up with no explanation of what might have happened, I called the vet. “He should come in to be seen. Can you be here by 3:00? You can’t get here a minute after or else you will have to go to the emergency clinic instead. I should warn you though that if you arrive here, and he needs surgery, you will need to go to the emergency clinic anyway.” I listened while at the same time trying to figure out if I could even make it there by 3:00 from work. My thought process was interrupted by the sound of a text coming through as I was on the phone. “You have to call me,” said the message from my daughter.
I hung up and called her. “Mom,” she said in her I’ve got big news for you voice, “He just threw up a mask and a hair scrunchie.” “Are you sure? Put your Dad on,” I insisted. My husband came to the phone to confirm the report. He added, “And now he is acting totally fine.”
I hung up processing this a bit before I called the vet back. I wondered what they would possibly think of my puppy mothering skills. This dog doesn’t leave our sight. This made no sense. I reported the alarming news to the receptionist who responded, “That’s excellent.” “Are you being sarcastic or serious?” I asked confused. “Serious,” she said “It’s a good start. It is better if it came out that way, although you will still need to bring him in for an exam.”
A few x-rays later, I returned home with one exhausted puppy. I was feeling relieved Miles was okay, but I was not proud of my first puppy mom failure.