Before work this morning I stopped at our dog, Hawley's vet, Dr. Berry. Hawley hurt his elbow this week and we have been doctoring. I feel so bad for Hawley, almost as bad as I feel for myself, paying the vet bill and all.
Anyway, if you get queasy easy, stop reading. I just had to pick up some pills and thought I'd be out of there in two minutes.
Nope. And while I was waiting, a large dog with his owner and a bag of runny dog doo came in for their appointment. Then a girl with a tiny bundle wrapped in a hankie came in with an appointment for Weasy. I have NO idea what Weasy is and with patient confidentiality and all I couldn't ask. But if I had to guess, maybe a rodent? Very small and no movement, I'm thinking she was too late for Weasy. Made me nervous. Very nervous.
By this time I'm getting a lot nervous, queasy and icked out when the next customer comes in with Tupperware. I think, Christmas cookies for the doc and his assistants... Nope! A big ole snake! I. am. freaked.
Finally, finally I got my doggie drugs and beat it out of there. Next time one of the guys is making that stop.
2 comments:
Maybe Weasy was a pet weasel?? How creepy would that be...I'm so glad I go to a vet that only treats...dogs and cats....
Aaaaahhhhhhh paying Dr. Berry...ya, been there done that.
Once when I went to Dr. Berry's and I KNEW there was a snake in the room next door. It was awful! I wanted OUT so bad, oh so bad.
Hope Hawley is feeling better soon. At least he gets to recoup in the house - lucky dog!
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