I went to the Vet the other day; we got card in the mail informing us that it was vaccination time for poochie. The Wife made an appointment and I ended up taking poochie in — go figure.
So poochie and I zip over to the Vet and wait in the busy waiting room for 20 minutes. Not too bad, they had a lot going on. The worse part was Poochie isn't a friendly dog. Poochie acts friendly to other dogs, and then goes bat-shit crazy - all 80 pounds at once. The Wife and I believe Poochie wasn't socialized very well as a pup, before we adopted Poochie from the pound.
Finally, they call us into see the Doc. The Doc comes into the little room quick enough and starts the standard evaluation procedure. About a minute later, the door opens and a tech requests the Doc's presence elsewhere. Doc makes a graceful exit and leaves me in the room with Poochie. About two minutes later, another tech comes in and explains the Doc had to attend to an emergency and asks if I would like to wait about 10 minutes or just drop off Poochie and come back later. I don't mind waiting so I flip out my Treo 700w and start listening to a podcast in the little examination room with Poochie.
About 10 minutes later, the Doc comes in, a little shaken. She explains that a kitty was really sick and had to be euthanized. That's a tough thing, no matter how objective of a Doc you try to be.
So the Doc restarts the evaluation and goes on and on about Poochie's dry skin and booger-ee eyes. Small potatoes in my book, but whatever. After a litany of product prescriptions and instructions, Doc asks if I have any final questions. It looks like Doc is getting ready to leave.
So, I ask about the vaccination shots.
Doc looks taken a-back.
After some paper shuffling in the file on the table between us, Doc exclaims that yes, Poochie does need shots and somehow that information didn't get passed along. Understandable, Doc just took out a kitty afterall.
So another tech comes in to help hold Poochie in place as two needles full of modern medicine are injected. Poochie doesn't mind too much since Daddy is there. If Daddy is cool, Poochie is cool; unless someone's at the door. Poochie's my dawg, in the literal and figurative sense of the word.
So my advice to you: when your receiving services from someone; no matter what; make casual declarations of your business there or you'll walk home with an armful of dry skin shampoo, fish oil and eye booger medicine.