Visiting the vet

Today was time for Raven's visit to the vet. He enjoyed the trip, because he got to ride in the back of our new (used) Toyota Highlander. He loved looking out all the windows and seeing all the sights.

Then we arrived. He knew. He recognized the building--the smells were familiar--and the sounds--well, let's just say that the jackhammering of the curb next to the building did nothing to calm Raven's nerves. Even the promise of a treat didn't coax him out--he definitely had the brakes on.

I pulled on his leash, but he resisted. I pulled on his blanket, and he yelped. Finally I said the word "walk," and he hopped down. I guess he assumed that meant we would be walking far, far away from this place.

So, Raven had his exam--poking and prodding and blood work drawn. We got some heart work preventative and some vitamins. I got the bill and tried not to pass out, only slightly comforted by the fact that, if I don't forget, I can get a $10 rebate on his heartworm pills and a free subscription to a magazine if I complete some paperwork.

Good thing I'm starting a job next week. Doggie doctor bills are no fun!

Till next time,


Suzi