I knew my vet has a yearly clinic half an hour away from me, the first Monday after the holidays, on a first come, first served basis. I just couldn't remember the time. My sweet Mamacita called Friday, to tell me that the vet had left a message about the clinic. I have given them my cell number many times, but they STILL call my mother! She thinks it is at 9:00 am. I tried to call the vet's office repeatedly, all to no avail, because the line was busy all afternoon. When I finally did get through, they put me on hold. While holding, I got a robot generated call for a substitute assignment, so I took it, and in the process, LOST my hold. By now it was too late to call back. They are closed for the weekend. So I plan on being at the clinic at 9:15 Monday morning. Plenty early!
I arrive there at that time, and NO ONE is waiting. So I know right off the bat the clinic starts at 10.00 am. I kill time with Vimy, as we sit freezing in the car. Slowly, more people show up, and some start lining up at the arena doors at 10:00. I hustle out there too, because I was there first, so I figure my Vimy will be seen first. Other people think otherwise, but I worm my way up to the front of the line. I have NO SHAME, when I am self-righteous! It is -29 degrees with the windchill factor. FRIGID!!! The vet is late. (She is late every year, but I love her anyway!). Vimy, nervous and excited by all the other animals waiting with their owners, decides to make a H-U-G-E deposit right there at the front doors of the arena. I am NOT one bit mortified; I just think, "Franchement,Vimy, tu n'aurais pas pu attendre?" (I think in French f*i*r*s*t in these moments of crisis. :) I scoop the poop, and drop the bag in the snow, intending to pick it up on my way out. The vet arrives two minutes after ALL this excitement.
As we are the first ones going up the stairs to the waiting room, Vimy STOPS AGAIN on the landing, and has another BM! OMG! I yell ''Watch your step!'' by way of warning, to the stampede behind me rushing to get themselves and their animals inside where it is warm! I leave Vimy on his own and run into the waiting room, to make sure Vimy's papers are on TOP of the pile of patients waiting to be seen. Papers are my priority here, NOT poop! Another lady, with SIX cats, tries to put her dossiers on top of the pile, but I tell the vet assistants I was there first. This little old lady is TOTALLY fierce when she needs to be!
Then I dash back to the hallway to pick up Vimy's second deposit. Who is there but the VET! I scramble to pick up this second mess, and am about to use tissue to pick up the residue, when she tells me not to. Off she goes to get disinfectant wipes that can be flushed down the toilet. I run down the stairs, open the door and toss Vimy's second deposit out into the snowbank, beside his first one, leaving the vet, God bless her, (and per HER instructions), to get rid of the final evidence.
However, by the time I run BACK upstairs to the waiting room, VIMY has made ANOTHER DEPOSIT there. HIS THIRD! Albeit a small one. Small consolation! By now, I am thinking... "How much worse can this get?'' Along comes the vet AGAIN, with her disinfectant wipes; she scoops up everything. Vimy so traumatized by now, has gone into hiding under a chair, shivering, poor soul. I feel like joining him!!!!
The vet sees Vimy FIRST. I am sure by now, she just wants to get rid of us! Vimy has a needle stuck up his nose, and one in his backside in two minutes flat, and we are out of there. I am sure I am NOT the only one breathing a sign of relief as we depart. :)
I give him a good scrubbing at the dogie wash, and go clear across town to the SPCA, for his tags. It is closed. I take it in stride. So I have to come back. So what? All told, a semi-productive day has been devoted to the care of my constant companion. He deserves it too!
Come to think of it, I can count on the fingers of one hand, the times Vimy has made deposits indoors. Up until today of course. Now I can add three in five minutes, to that number!
My last blog of the year dealt with dogie do, and my first of the new year deals with the same issue. Do you think that means that my year is going to be s*h****?
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