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Fightingforsammy’s headaches on another thread (and many of the hilarious proposed solutions to deal with annoying co-workers) brought another Bernie story to mind. I didn’t want to hijack her thread, so I’m posting the story of his latest offense against society here instead.
There’s a little background setup for this, and it involves letting everyone in on something my wife Diane (aka Maximutt on these forums) and I have been dealing with for the past year. We wanted to keep it quiet while it was happening, which is why I never posted this story before. Last spring, Di was diagnosed with breast cancer. We didn’t want to talk about it because there’s enough worries about cancer around here, and although it was an aggressive strain of the disease that required equally aggressive treatment, she came out of it OK and the doctors are confident that she’s been cured. We’re past it now, and aside from Diane impatiently waiting for her hair to grow back to its former length, all is well. But one of the few high points of her treatment process was this story, where Bernie bin Laden reached a new low in the annals of offensive behavior.
Di’s treatment involved chemo (the TCH protocol, for those familiar with it), which involved a major dose of chemo drugs every three weeks. The treatments took a few hours, and were done in a nice center where every patient gets their own little room along the edges of the central area where the nurses sit and monitor everyone. Di had a great nurse named Barbara, who likes dogs a lot. She mentioned that every now and then, people bring their dogs to the treatments. To make sure other patients aren’t bothered, the patient and dogs are put into a room where one of the walls is made of glass, keeping the dogs contained but still allowing the nurses to keep an eye on things. Di dismissed the idea at first, since the thought of letting the combined hurricane that is Linda and Bernie loose in a hospital seemed like a really bad idea. But I wanted to do something to boost Di’s morale, so I secretly contacted Barbara and arranged to bring the idiot twins in as a surprise during one of her big treatments.
I went all out for this surprise. That morning, I took the dogs to the beach and wore them out as much as I could, in the forlorn (and, as it turned out, futile) hope that it might make Bernie so tired that he’d behave himself. Barbara had Di placed in one of the glass-walled rooms, so the stage was set for our arrival. I had even gone on e-bay and purchased a couple of inexpensive dog vests that had “Therapy dog” stitched on the sides (probably one of the biggest lies I’ve ever told, since prolonged exposure to Bernie usually causes people to go into therapy). So when we showed up at the hospital, I breezed right through the doors and upstairs to the treatment center without anyone questioning me, although a few people probably thought that these were unusually unruly therapy dogs as we passed by.
Di was very surprised to see me show up with the mutts, and they were a huge hit with the nursing staff. After moving Di’s I.V. drip stand so Linda couldn’t knock it over and yank the needle out of her, and convincing Bernie that mom’s lap wasn’t the best place for him during a medical treatment, the dogs sort of settled down. Sort of. All the nurses, of course, had to come in and visit Linda and Bernie, who were having the time of their lives with all these people paying attention to them. All in all, a usually tedious treatment session was turning into a fun time for everyone.
Then Bernie bin Laden had to show his true colors. One of our visitors was Regina, the center’s nurse practitioner (which is a sort of senior supervisory nurse position about halfway between a nurse and a doctor). Consequently, she didn’t dress in the same scrubs the nurses did. Regina always dressed a little nicer, usually wearing her white medical coat over a dress, nylons, and heels. Bernie made her regret that. While Regina was standing there talking to Diane, Bernie wandered around behind her. And then, completely without warning, he used his head to flip the back of her skirt up and jammed his nose right where the sun don’t shine.
Regina jumped about a foot in the air and let out a high-pitched squeak, and I saw the nurses on the other side of the glass gasp and go into hysterics. Barbara later told me that if it hadn’t been for the fact Regina was wearing pantyhose, she would have mooned the entire room. As it was, Bernie left a big wet nose print on the panty part. Regina quickly yanked her dress back down, clamped her legs together, and bunched her skirt around her knees to avoid further intrusions (a wise precaution, since Bernie attempted another assault a few seconds later).
It was all I could do not to fall on the floor laughing uncontrollably. Regina looked mortified. Diane looked like she wanted to crawl under her own chair from embarrassment. Bernie just looked pleased with himself. Linda ignored everything, since as usual she was busy spelunking in the trash can looking for scraps of food.
Much to our relief, Regina was a fairly good sport about the whole thing. She did point out, however, that she usually expects a guy to buy her dinner first. Not surprisingly, she excused herself quickly, presumably to take a cold shower after enjoying the advances of our hairy little Casanova. Bernie seemed satisfied after she left, and curled up in the corner to go to sleep. Maybe I should have offered him a cigarette.
And ever since then, Diane has never seen Regina in a dress again.
A lot to absorb in this post!
Another classic Bernie bin Laden story!
Diane, I'm so sorry about your cancer and I truly hope that we can put it behind us (and you get some luscious locks soon)! But shame on you for not telling us! It may not be any of our of beeswax but we are like family (in a good way since you don't have to spend holidays with us!)!
I'm just thankful you are okay now.
Oh Bernie......there's not much to say buddy.
Comet - 1999 to 2011
She departed us unexpectedly January 23, 2011 at the age of 12 1/2.
She was born with a deformed front leg and a tripawd all of her life.
Another classic story. You must have been a writer in a former life. So, if we search for sex offenders in CA, we'll now find Bernie?!
I'm so very happy to hear Di has kicked 'c' butt. Sending tripawd hugs to both of you.
Shanna & Spirit Trouble ~ Trouble gained her wings 3/16/2011, a 27 1/2 month cancer survivor, tail wagging. RIP sweetheart, you are my heart and soul. Run free at Rainbow Bridge.
The November Five - Spirits Max, Cherry, Tika, Trouble & Nova. 11/2008 - 3/2013 An era ends as Queen Nova crossed the Bridge.
Now that is the laugh I really needed! What a pup! As for Diane, so happy to hear that she kicked butt with "C". As Cometdog said, we are "family" here. What happens to any of us affects us all. We are always here for each other, and that truly is FAMILY!
Sending you golden hugs, and I'll be sure to never wear a dress should our paths cross!
Cathy
what a hoot!!! bernie never fails to leave his mark. diane, as a fellow breast cancer butt kicker (BCBK as we need more initials on this forum) i say congrats on putting that nasty 'c' to the curb!!! our tripawds teach us so much about being brave with cancer, for me it took the 'sting' out of the diagnosis.
of course, we recommend that you not take bernie to your annual ob/gyn appt...
charon & gayle
Life is good, so very, very good!!! Gayle enjoyed each and every moment of each and every wonderful day (naps included). She left this world December 12, 2011 – off on a new adventure.
Love Never Ends
Atta Boy Bernie!
Tripawds Founders Jim and Rene
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Hi, it is the Maid here. Rarely do I post, but I am at work and laughing out loud in my cube and can't resist!!! What a great story. Love the visual, ha! John you really are an exceptional writer, no wonder God gave you such a great subject in Bernie Diane, I often think that your experience with Maximutt's cancer and treatments must have helped make your chemo treatments easier. A blessing in disquise. Love to you both and lots of Tripawd hugs to the kids from up in Nor Cal, Jack, Cindi and the Zoo.
Thank you, everyone, for your kind words (and some scoldings, but they were deserved!). Bernie really has brought out John's finer writing skills. He seems to be a bottomless pit in the "what did he do now" department.
As for me, all is well and getting better each day. And yes, having gone through a similar experience with Max definitely helped me with my own. My boy was such a fighter and was always happy and ready for an adventure, so just thinking of him helped me stay positive on many days. (It also really helped having a great husband!)
I'm sure we'll have many more Bernie stories in the future, but hopefully they won't involve people that are in charge of saving my life!!
Di
Yah boy, ya big perv! That was coooooooool!
Be sure to show me that trick next time I see ya, I gotta try it!
Wyatt Ray Dawg . . . The Tripawds Leg-A-Cy Continues!
Read all about my adventures at my Tripawds Blog
I can only imagine how that took what could be very tedious and made it much more entertaining. Like everyone else I cracked up reading about your poor doctors "personal experience" with Mr. Bin Ladin! I too think John needs to write a book on his and your dog experiences.
Diane, I recently had a scare on this, as I am sure many of us have had, I am so glad to hear that you are a survivor, way to go warrior girl! It sounds like you handled it very well. How intense having first Max, then you facing this.
I believe Bernie B. L. landed right where he was meant to be, hard to take anything too seriously when you have the king of chaos hanging out on your couch!
Elizabeth and Sammy
Diagnosed with osteosarcoma in the right front leg 8/23/10,
leg fractured 8/27/10,
leg amputated 8/30/10
http://sammyand.....pawds.com/
I couldn't begin to say how special Sammy is to us. Living and laughing with and loving this wonderful boy is priceless.
I looked through my photo files and found some of the photos I took during the visit on that fateful day where our young boy became a man. None of the actual assault, which is probably good because they would have been taken as evidence as part of the crime report. And besides – I never would have been able to keep this story to myself for this long if I'd managed to get an actual shot of Bernie Boldly Going Where No Man Has Gone Before (well, that's probably not true, but I didn't think it'd be polite to ask for statistics on the subject). So here's a picture of another nurse (who wisely wore pants that day) saying hi to the mutts.
And one of Linda as she takes a quick pause from trash diving in search of food scraps, which is her favorite pastime after she scored some pizza crusts from one of the trash cans at my station when she came for a visit.
And one of our resident molester after the crime. Typical guy – once he had his way with her, he rolled over, farted, and went to sleep.
And finally, an update on the aftermath. Diane went back to the doctor for a monthly check-up today and ran across our victim, who has apparently taken her first timid steps back to her old dressing habits. Di sent me the following e-mail:
You’ll be pleased to know Regina was wearing a dress suit today, and looked very professional. She told me I looked good, and I told her she did too. I told her I was glad to see her wearing a dress again, because I hadn’t seen her wear one since Bernie molested her. Barbara started laughing and Regina turned very red, held her skirt down and walked away.
I'll bet she goes back to wearing pants again after that.
Awww, that little pervert looks so innocent! I think Linda knows more than she's letting on.
Di's pretty brave for bringing up the incident! Hope the checkup was pawsitive 🙂
Tripawds Founders Jim and Rene
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He's SO cute. Hard to believe he's such a perv! Do your neighbors know they have a sex offender on their street?? (I'm picturing ALL the ladies in your neighborhood wearing pants...)
Diane, I hope all is well. Max must have been a great teacher/guru/inspiration for how to deal with the big C.
All the best,
Jackie & Abby
Abby: Aug 1, 2009 – Jan 10, 2012. Our beautiful rescue pup lived LARGE with osteosarcoma for 15 months – half her way-too-short life. I think our "halflistic" approach (mixing traditional meds + supplements) helped her thrive. (PM me for details. I'm happy to help.) She had lung mets for over a year. They took her from us in the end, but they cannot take her spirit! She will live forever in our hearts. She loved the beach and giving kisses and going to In-N-Out for a Flying Dutchman. Tripawds blog, and a more detailed blog here. Please also check out my novel, What the Dog Ate. Now also in paperback! Purchase it at Amazon via Tripawds and help support Tripawds!
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