(Louie, post-vet appointment.)
I'll soon be leaving for a week in northern California at the house of a writer friend, where three of us will be reading and writing and talking, but not watching TV or YouTube. Ahh, bliss.
Louie will be coming with me, and will need a vet certificate to board the plane--a dog's version of valid ID. I hope his bling (dog tag and license) don't set off the metal detector.
The vet we've been seeing for two years is very competent, and very expensive. So I used this health certificate as an opportunity to try out a different vet. I think he's our new vet.
His practice may not have a website, a fancy waiting room mural, or refrigerator logo magnets. But it has really friendly staff who dote over Louie like he's a hollywood dog. The vet's the type of guy who probably surfs on his lunch hour. And he didn't even try to sell me on another teeth cleaning.
2 comments:
Next time you need a teeth cleaning go to Dr. Steve and not Louie's vet. Tip from DAD :-)
I'm sure Steve would charge less than $420. Plus, his patients get a toothbrush, and that cool tiny spool of floss.
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