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Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

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Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

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I haven't written anything in months, so I think my profession is now known as Dog Chauffeur. EZ had an appointment for a bandage change at 1:30 this afternoon, which of course meant I received a phone call at 9 this morning to reschedule. I was given a choice between 4 this afternoon or sometime tomorrow morning. It was difficult to decide, what with all the screaming in my head because I'd been woken from a blissful coma, but I said that 4 in the afternoon would be perfect. By that time I figured I'd know what my name was, the current year, and maybe even how to drive.

Luckily, I was right and EZ arrived in Sugar Land in one piece. I immediately forgave the person who woke me up this morning when I walked into the clinic, because there were several dogs and their owners lolling about the benches in the lobby, looking pensive, panting and obviously distressed. (Yes, one of the owners was panting.) The minute we walked in the people milling around the front desk looked up and chorused, "EZ!" Suddenly she was Norm arriving at Cheers. I sat down with EZ in my lap, which caused a few people waiting to giggle at the sight of a 40 pound dog further covering my midsection. What they failed to realize was that EZ had already sized up the cocker spaniel on the next bench and noted that it was the weakest of the bunch, because its back legs were paralyzed, and had obviously nick-named the dog Afternoon Snack. EZ was rigid in my arms, waiting for me to relax so she could spring at the spaniel. She may be impaired and looks like a docile dog, but EZ is surprisingly agile. Fortunately, she's also very obedient and has good hearing. I kept murmuring No into her ear, over and over.

Although it was busy, we got right in to an examining room with the caveat that Dr. Bubenik was in the middle of emergency surgery and would I mind assisting the vet tech with EZ's bandage change? Would I? I live for that stuff. However, in this case assisting was much like assisting my father when I was a boy: He would show me how to do something and I'd simply watch until the task was over. All I did was keep EZ from jumping up and hold her leg out while the vet tech cut away the bandages. Afterward we put her down and I walked her very slowly to the scale to weigh her, both of us scrutinizing her bionic leg in action. She was limping slightly, but putting some weight on it nonetheless, and looking at it now and then as if to say, Hey, look! I have a leg! Who knew? We took her into the recesses of the clinic, knocked on an OR door and Dr. Bubenik poked her head out to give EZ's leg a cursory glance. Her gloved and bloody hands were in the air and behind her I could see a dog spread open on a table. Lovely. "She looks great!" Dr. Bubenik said. It was all I could do not to point behind her and say, "I wish I could say the same for that one."

We went back to the examination room and I "assisted" in putting new bandages on EZ's leg. (Wrap in much gauze, tape sides along leg, afix half cast over gauze, cover with breathable bandage, and kiss doggy nose when finished.) In two weeks we'll return and EZ's leg will be x-rayed. Hopefully that will be the last time she'll ever have a cast on her leg.

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