It was time for Rumpy’s annual vaccinations, and I was scared.
I’ve talked about how uncomfortable I was with the vet that had been treating Bubba. I’d already decided they weren’t a good fit for the Rumpster. I’d honestly thought of driving him to Dothan to see our old vet, but I knew that was not realistic. I need a vet for him HERE.
So I got on the phone and started calling. I asked questions. I explained my concerns. I held my breath and made an appointment.
I knew when I got to the office that I’d struck gold. They loved Rumpy! And he did OK with them, even when the tech couldn’t find a vein for the heartworm test and had to keep poking him. The vet asked relevant questions relating to a big dog Rumpy’s age. And he was warm and affectionate toward Rumpy. I couldn’t have felt more comfortable.
I’ve been thinking about why I didn’t like that other vet clinic. It’s not that they’re bad people. They’re not inept. But they didn’t speak my language. They’re not a part of my world. I’m a down-to-earth kind of person who prefers the company of like-minded people.
Anyway, I’ve already made an appointment to take Bubba in. I think this clinic is a keeper.