The staff all apologized profusely and rescheduled us for yesterday. And then they all apologized profusely when we got there yesterday. Like I would have actually thrown a fit that she didn’t see my dog for her yearly shots instead of finishing up the BRAIN surgery on the poor dog on the operating table. Um, it was brain surgery. Shots could wait. Let me assure you, TTD didn’t mind at all. And I’m pretty sure the poor dog with the tumor that had eaten INSIDE its skull and into its brain would rather New Vet finished up with the surgery instead of stopping to poke my dog. I’m just saying.
Anyway, New Vet is awesome. Her office space is bright and clean and modern. Shiny cement floors, big open treatment rooms and the operating room is right in the center of the place so you can watch if your beast needs treatment – if you’re into that sort of thing live, on someone you know, instead of on TV behind a screen and commercials and snacks.
The Big Dog room is approximately seven ft by seven ft with one lime green wall, two white walls and a full wall of windows facing my parking spot. It was a perfect set up for TTD. She was focused outside on our car, who was walking by and all the crazy stuff happening outside most of the time she was in the room. The whining Chewbacca dog we usually have didn’t surface at all. Not to say that there wasn’t a whimper when the shots went in or that she was pleased with the invasive temp check in her rear. I got a rather dirty look from her and a "What's up with that?" whine then. But, for the most part, this TTD was not the TTD we have at home. Then New Vet told us she’s also pumping in pheromones of some sort that only TTD could smell and that, combined with the space and the view was very helpful for dogs.
Where can I get me some of that? I will pump in at her 24/7. Heck, I’m going to sniff it myself because I didn’t get freaked out at the vet either. Not even when New Vet said we’re going to have to Ferberize the dog. Yikes! We’re going to have to ignore the Chewbacca gurgling and pacing and tail destruction and just let her be until she calms herself down? At 6:30am when I’m sleepy and grumpy and it’s cold and she is loud and knocks over half the coffee table with her whip of a tail as she heads out of the room, I am to ignore the behavior? Right. Who’s going to ignore my behavior when my head explodes from the high-pitched whines when I raise the blinds? Or when TTD comes running in the house like she’s possessed and does 360’s on the new hardwood floors with her nails? Or when there’s a gunshot or doorbell or car backing up or some kind of noise on the TV and she has to warn us that Timmy is in the well?
Who am I kidding? I need that pheromone stuff too!
Especially now that we’re on a diet – I mean – TTD is on a diet. Apparently, even thought we can see TTD’s waist - and New Vet was very complimentary about TTD’s waist - we apparently need to be able to feel TTD’s ribs. Crap. I’m pretty sure that applies to us too. Though Husband likes to say he doesn’t have a waist because his hips are so high up. He also likes to say he doesn’t have a chin – that his chin starts at his belly button and goes up to his mouth...
Yeah, we’re on a diet too. Joy.
Now I have to go outside and collect a sample of Tigger the Dog’s poop. New Vet’s Nurse was very excited about the Spork that comes with the collection container. Me, not so much.