I took Suzanne to her new vet this evening. I dont drive anymore so I walked there with her in a little cage and I was in a hurry to get there in time. I finally got there, all flustered, and took a much needed seat in the waiting room with Suzanne on my lap. Not long after, the vet came out and called us in. I stood up to greet him and realized the chair I was sitting in had hooked itself onto my backpack. So Im standing there, no, TEETERING there with Suzanne in my arms and this chair hanging off my backpack while the vet stares in wonderment for what feels like forever, watching me try to unhook myself with no hands... He finally comes to my aid and frees me from the waiting room chair, and by then Im laughing hysterically. Throughout the consultation, he was sure to crack a chair joke or two when he had the chance. I like my new vet. And I think he will remember me.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 09:24:22 +0000