Dog Days

Ah yes…it was another dog day. The yearly veterinarian visit of “get-the- shots-so your-dog-can-be-boarded-and-not-get-rabies” day. I always feel as if it’s a visit to sell all of their other services.

I’ll hand it to the dog doctor, she was persistent. Ten minutes I sat listening to why I needed to make a bloodwork appointment and set up a dental cleaning date. And guess what? Because we take the dog out of state (at Christmas to that exotic land of Nebraska) we should consider heart worm medication! That’s the first time I got that pitch. Heart worm isn’t an issue in Colorado. And what is the “stop scratching spray” that I’m using? I told them it was theirs, but I sure didn’t remember the name as I got it years ago. I didn’t lie, I don’t think. It’s just a spray.

The teeth business comes up every visit. So, I had to employ the old acting skills and throw my husband under the bus regarding brushing the dog’s teeth. I employed that famous unwritten rule. Whoever takes the dog in gets to blame the other for the hygiene and unkept appearance.

I can’t blame the vet. They have to compete with so many other animal places and big box stores so they hawk those services well. However, Frosty dodged the dentist for another year!