My dog is sick.
She has been shaking and panting, hiding in closets and following me around…above and beyond her usual weirdness.
I took her to the vet today. Usually I would take her to a vet who is two cities away, because he is cheap and he is good. However, that didn’t fit into my schedule and so we ended up at a big chain pet store.
Taking your dog to the vet is a great way to spend that extra pocket change that’s been burning a hole in your…pocket.
I was a tad cranky after the exam when I stumbled upon an empty cage in the rat/hamster section that said, “We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of a new pet!”
Really? You are that excited about a rat? Are you eight? Is this why you think you can charge a ridiculous amount of money for a blood work up on a small, annoying terrier? Is this why your goldfish are four dollars?
So, I went home, to sulk in my non-animal loving ways.