Misadventures with a Dog

Yesterday a doggy drama unfolded, which also coincided with my parents going away on a day-trip, leaving my sister and I to deal with our wounded pupster. It started out with our little Westie limping and then plain refusing to walk on one of his front paws. This required an appointment with the vet that my sister and I had to oversee.

I am convinced that veterinary doctors are trained in rip-off artistry, because how else can a consultation cost £26? And of course you're going to stump up the costs because you love your pet and will pay whatever the vet tells you do in order to ensure they are comfortable and well. I feel bad for you if your pet actually needs treatment. Apparently bandages can be very expensive. The reasoning remains a mystery.

Matters weren't helped by the fact our vet seemed a little cuckoo. He laughed after after statement, which made the whole situation 100x more creepy than it needed to be. He didn't even laugh heartily. It was a breathy little thing, the kind you get from someone who hasn't socialised with other human beings in, well, ever. The fact that my younger sister and I were in charge of the situation was bad enough, without creepy little laughs and the like.

In the end it turned out that our dog has a wound in his paw, which has been there for a while and has become infected as a consequence. Cue poorly dog that has now become suspicious of our every action, no matter how well meaning.

The best part was when he peed in the middle of the vet's waiting room. He always wees inappropriately whenever we make him endure something he hates, like haircuts. We decided to take him to Pets at Home after his ordeal in order to buy him a treat, except he decided to repeat his inappropriate peeing all over a display of dog beds. We didn't stick around the store after that.

It's always a fun time when you head out into town with a dog.