We Went to the Vet Yesterday

Hewwwow!  Finnackles here.  I wanted to let you know about my trip to the vet yesterday.  It was just for the normal six month check-up.  Momma wants to let you know that even though we have been walking EVERYWHERE in our attempts at Operation Phat, I still need to lose two pounds!  Ughghg.  Now, since she has been cutting back my food and has been walking me, she wonders if someone else in the house is feeding me extra treats.  I told her NOOOOO WAY.

Would I lie to you?

ANNNNNND…even though I get treated for ticks every three weeks since we live in a woody place, I have been diagnosed with ehrlichia.  Momma feels sick about the whole thing.  Because she’s the one who applies the tick medication on me religiously.  We were told to come back today to pick up the meds and I have to take it every day for a month.  I told her I don’t wanna because I haven’t been exhibiting any of the symptoms, you know???

So, she is wondering if any of you have ever had that???

WTF Food Bowl?!?

We had a tough day yesterday.  Thank you to everyone who left such kind words.

Finn seems to be doing a bit better this morning. She slept really well yesterday and she took her meds just fine. I noticed a funny thing though. When I put her food in her bowl, I put a bit of water in there too, and she wouldn’t eat it. So I gave her the food dry out of my hand, and she gobbled it down. WTF with the bowl? With the water? We shall continue with the experimenting of how to get her to eat.  I have washed out the bowl now and hopefully at the next meal this won’t be a problem.

When I spoke to the vet about our lab results, I did mention the off-putting feeling I received from the reception staff.  He did say they are aware of it, and they are looking to hire another person to join their practice.  Thank goodness.

On a lighter note, head on over to the Blogville Chronicles today. Our column should be going up! Any more loooooove doctor questions you need answered, feel free to let us know!

My Effing Morning

Allow me to rant.

Now, I don’t have any human children, but I do recall, as a child, when I told my Momma that I didn’t feel well and she established that I was sick enough to stay home form school, she called the pediatrician and made an appointment for me to go see him THAT DAY.  Every time.  Every friggin time.

Why does this concept not apply to my vet??  I love my vet, I really do, but getting in to see him is becoming a problem.

Finn had been a little blue all week.  Just not her peppy self.  We chalked it up to it getting hotter, us being gone for long days, just missing us.  Well, this morning she didn’t eat her breakfast AND she wouldn’t get up for her walk, so I decided this was an emergency and she needed to see the vet.

The vet opens at 8am.  I called (well first at 7:45, 7:52, 7:55, and 7:59 – doesn’t ANYONE GET THERE ONE MINUTE EARLY?!) and then at 8:01.

“Levittown Animal Hospital (this is my vet – he is one of two guys we see here) please hold.”  I held for 5 minutes.  Still holding, I call with my cell phone.  “Levittown Animal Hospital, please hold.”

“Wait,” I interrupt.  “I have an emergency.”  I break into tears.  “My dog…” explanation follows with gobs of tears.  “Please, I beg you, can I come in today?”

“Please hold.”

She comes back 3 minutes later.

“You can come in at 9:15.”  Can you be here at 9:15?”

“Well, I live an hour away” (and thinking to myself, IT IS RUSH HOUR IN ONE OF THE MOST MAJOR METROPOLITAN AREAS OF THE COUNTRY) “So I am leaving now.”

“If you can’t make it by 9:15, don’t bother coming because we are booked all day.”

Now, I think to myself.  If I called at 8:10 and someone else got this appointment before me, would they not allow me in?  You betcha.  Remember last time they wouldn’t make me an appointment?

We made it to the office on time.  I was told by the front desk I made great time.  Huh, really b*tch, I wonder why.  And it turns out Finn has a fever and got a little infection from another dog.  This week, we had taken her to both the groomer and the dog park, so she could have gotten it anywhere.

My point is, what can I do about my little situation at the vet?  Are all vets like this?  Only available for scheduled rabies shots and surgeries?  Am I destined to bend over for the emergency vet (which is a lot closer to us, but just super shady) every time Finn gets sick and we need some advice??

She’s on antibiotics and sleeping soundly now, so I am sure she will be fine.  Me however – completely different story.  What gives?!

And the worst part of it all is, I THANKED the woman at the desk “for squeezing us in today.”

Ugh, I hate myself.