With my bitch due to whelp out soon, I decided I best find our themometer to moniter her temperature. I can't for the life of me find it anywhere. No biggie, I'll run over to the Wal-Mart after I drop off our dryer thats on the blink, at the appliance store. Upon arrival, I go and find a vast array of rectal thermometers in the pharmacy. The cheapy's take at least 60 seconds to readout an accurate temp. The more pricey ones ($5.98) readout in 9 seconds... I decided that if it were me, I wouldn't want that thing in my bottom any longer than neccessary, so I splurged on it for the sake of my dog.
Then, I realized I had better get some lubricant and some gloves.... I detest being ill prepared, and If I have to turn a pup or assist in delivery or dislodge a pup, I know those two items I'll need. Content with my assertive purchases, I headed to the checkout. I am easily distracted, so the "Dora The Explorer" sport bottle on the endcap caught my eye. I decided that my daughter, Haley would really enjoy that. So, in the cart it went...
Upon being greeted by a jovial elderly lady at the checkout I noticed the "Mood" changing as my items ran up the conveyer. I wondered if I should explain myself?? I started to say "Those 3 items are for my dog..." Then I stopped myself and realized nothing good could possibly come from making that statement, so I paid up and walked away.
