Today Jake goes to the vet for his yearly exam and booster shots. And since he lost his driver's license as a result of that nasty business with the sidewalk, the cat, and the old lady, I have to take him.
So, another journey to the unruly, strange-smelling, alien-dog waiting room, as Jake nervously smells everything he can reach on his short leash. Then the girl opens the door and shouts "Jake Wild", causing every mammal in the office to jump, and back to the shiny stainless steel room to shots and pokes and probes, followed by a huge bill and a quick exit.
If all goes well, Jake will be found to be free of all major parasites, worms, and bacteria. He'll go back home and rejoin his little pack with nary a thought of the event.
I, on the other hand, will have a large hole in my checking account to fill. Once again, the dog gets off easy.
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