The Weekly Trifecta Writing Challenge:
In 33 to 333 write a response using the word:
survive 3: to continue to function or prosper despite : withstand <they survived many hardships>
An Emergency for Dr. Bland
Dundy Milkweed sat in her usual spot in the waiting room of Dr. Bland’s veterinary office gently rocking her kitty, Rosemary Irene, and staring beseechingly at the front desk girl, Brandy. Brandy, on the other hand, was making it her sole purpose in life to be too busy to acknowledge Dundy Milkweed’s pitiful countenance.
“Excuse me, Brandy,” Dundy finally said, “But I’ve been waiting thirty minutes now and this is an emergency! I don’t know how much longer my poor Rosemary Irene is going to be able to stand the pain.”
“And what pain is that Mrs. Milkweed?” Brandy stifled a yawn.
“What pain is that? I can’t believe you’re asking me that! I told you over the phone that my Rosemary Irene has a migraine headache and suffers from sharp shooting pains in her back! She needs to see Dr. Bland ASAP!”
“Brandy wheeled her desk chair over to the counter and raised her reading glasses. “Well, she looks okay to me.” Brandy declared.
“Oh sure she’ll survive. She’s a trooper my Rosemary Irene is!” Dundy Milkweed held Rosemary Irene up so that her feline legs dangled limply. “But I don’t think she has any feeling in her paws anymore.”
Just then Dr. Bland opened the door to the waiting room. He had donut crumbs and chocolate sprinkles in his beard. “Hello Mrs. Milkweed. I can see Rosemary Irene now.”
Dundy Milkweed walked over to Dr. Bland and gently handed him her kitty.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Milkweed, I’ll fix her up like new.”
“Thank you Dr. Bland, I don’t know what we would do without you!” Dundy wiped a tear from the corner of her eye before she left.
“Rosemary Irene could use a run through the washing machine.” Brandy observed.
“Oh I don’t think she could withstand that,” Dr. Brandy said. “The stuffings would come out for sure. I’ll just set Rosemary Irene on the shelf like I always do.”
“Donut, Brandy?”
“Yes, thanks!”
Dr. Bland and Brandy chuckled between bites.
“uh oh … I don’t think I can feel my paws anymore! Well wait a minute . . . I guess I never could.”
Until next time . . . I love you
Oh, Linda: you had me that time. At first I wondered how Mrs. Milkweed could possibly know that Rosemary Irene had a migraine. But knowing how some pet owners are, I wasn’t making any judgments. Sweet and funny and surprising: great post!
Thanks Ronnie. I’m glad you liked it. I was surprised how well that worked out since I had no idea where I was going with it when I started writing. HA!
I only hope Rosemary Irene gets the attention she needs instead of being ignored by the donut loving hacks.
Maybe she could get a tune up at Build a Bear?
Yes! That’s the ticket!!
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Oh yes, I got sucked in to that one.
Loved it.
HA! So glad I managed to suck you in! Bwahahaha!
HAHAHAHA! I work at a vets office and it would not surprise me if one of my clients did this. Love it.
Really? You work at a Vet’s office! How about that. So glad it came off as realistic (somewhat anyway!) HA!
I have for about 16 years now. This story would not surprise me!
Oh Deanabo. I bet you have enough material for a book after 16 years! WOW!
Terrific! I wasn’t expecting that. Great ending – and beginning – and middle!
Thanks Stephanie!
Very clever, Linda – you got me on that one!
That’s Dianne. Glad I managed to reel you in as it were!
LOL – this is the second “Survive” story today that has caused me to laugh out loud. Too clever!
Oh! That is music it my ears!
Dr. Bland made me crave a donut with sprinkles! Great characters mom! You always write people so vividly. I wish I knew them in real life!
I always get hungry over any mention of donuts no matter what time of day or night. Sigh . . . I guess I’m a donut fiend! So glad you liked it honey!
Being Bland, the good Dr. would not do anything that would knock the stuffing out of Dundy’s kitty! Though, the shelf seems a bit cruel. Perhaps another donut on his lap would be nice!! Love this!!!!!!
Ha! So glad you like it lumdog. I just hope Dundy doesn’t get charged an arm and a leg for shelf time — but I suppose Dr. Bland has to pay for all those donuts somehow!
Ooh, you got me on this one! Even when she suggested the washing machine, I was thinking, “what? who on earth would do that to a cat??” Then I got to ‘stuffings’. Oh, yeah. I’m just a little slow
Thanks for the laugh tonight!
Hahaha! For a minute there you probably thought this was going to take a Marque de Sade turn for the worse Janna! HA!
Everything about this story is spot on! What a perfect little gem! Well done, Linda! You have captured a sad and bittersweet moment in the life of the mentally ill.
Thank you so much Cobbie! What a nice compliment. I do appreciate it!
Great story. My kids play with their stuffed animals like this.
So did mine. I remember one of my daughters came home from school every day and went in her bedroom and acted out the whole day with her stuff animals.
Wickedly funny, as always Linda!
Ah! Thanks! So glad you enjoyed it.
Linda,u did it again!lol!Its so ticklish-loved the part where Dundy Milkweed holds Rosemary Irene up so that her feline legs dangled limply & I wondered-what the heck,is the kitty dead?And then came the, “Rosemary Irene could use a run through the washing machine.” Brandy observed.Oh,oh!Insane doctors too,I thot & ofc burst out laughing at my imagination running away in wickedly evil directions,when you revealed that it was only a stuffed toy!What an amazing story teller you are!
That is so funny how many emotions we can go through in about 30 seconds! LOL!! I’m so very glad you enjoyed it!
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Such a nice doctor to feed her delusions lol
Well, I guess he has to make his donut money somehow!
Funny, but also oh-so Eleanor Rigby!
Oh yeah. It is isn’t it? Good call!
Seriously I too know people who would take their cat in for a migraine you completely had me going especially with the dangling feet!
Ha! It is funny how perfectly normal people can get when it comes to their beloveds, isn’t it?
That is too much…I pictured this animal with a migraine no less…and me wondering how Dundy knew an animal had a headache…..Diane
Poor Rosemary Irene! She gets no respect.
She’s just a sock puppet in the feet of life!
Does Rosemary Irene like fish?
Now that is a good question. Ha! Probably only the stuffed variety.
You had me there, Linda.
Funny as always.
Thank you Imelda. !
I always thought your fiction pieces are brilliant
Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! I hate Dr. Bland and Brandy and their stupid donut crumbs and evil chuckles!! If it were up to me, they’d both be put on the shelf and Al Gore would come in every 5 minutes and breathe on them with his horrid Funyun breath!! Serve ‘em right!!
Uh, well, perhaps I’m taking the whole situation too seriously… : P
P.S. Brilliant premise, beautifully plotted, ad-lib and all!! : )
Haha! Mark! I think Al Gore would be able to persuade anybody to do anything with that Funyun breath of his. I think you’ve got old Al figured out pretty well.
In fact, I woudn’t be surprised if that was the deciding factor in his winning the nobel “Funyun” peace prize. And probably why everybody was tickled pink when he invented the internet so he could attend all his meetings via Skype. HA!