I have to brag about my wonderful dog, and how great I handled a potential panic-attack situation!!
So, I stupidly accepted a vet appointment for 5:15 pm tonight. Bad idea since the vet’s office is on the main highway called “Route 9” (the old Boston Post Road for any of you historians out there), and very heavy work traffic at 5:00-ish.
It was pouring rain, and already dark by the time I left the house with Hector in the car. I decided to leave my eyeglasses at home even though I have a hard time seeing at night, and especially in the rain with that glare, but the other challenge is walking the dog with glasses on… my glasses make me a little dizzy, and Hector pulls so I was afraid I’d fall down and the glasses would smash into my face.
So, perfect setup for a panic attack:
1) Having to take Hector somewhere where there will be other dogs (and cats)
2) Pouring rain
3) Pouring rain in the dark
4) 5:00 work traffic on Route 9
5) Route 9 itself, which I avoid like the plague at all costs
6) Having to make it to an appointment on time
7) Driving on very dark back roads which are under construction and heavy work traffic to get to Route 9
I made it all the way to Route 9 which is about 10 minutes from my house on awful back roads. As soon as I get to the set of traffic lights where I need to turn right to go to the vet’s office, there is a HUGE accident in the middle of the intersection, police blue lights flashing, cars backed up for miles. I’m early, but now I’m thinking “I’m gonna be late” and then, “That could’ve been ME” Yep, somebody ended up with our worst nightmare: a car crash, in the middle of a busy intersection on route 9 in the dark at rush hour in the pouring rain.
I get to the vet’s office, and we are 15 minutes early. I see a person with another dog go inside ahead of us. I do not want to encounter them, so I park in the back of the building. I calmly take Hector out of the car and we go for a little walk. Remember, it’s dark, and pouring rain. I have to make sure I have my keys, credit card, and his papers from the previous vet because I’ve changed vets since the last time he had shots. Hector and I walk around in the back parking lot for a while, and we’re getting soaked and he does his “business” (thank goodness).
I go back to the car, and realize we’ve still got 10 minutes to kill, and I don’t want to encounter the other patient (dog). So, we get back in the car, I start it up to turn on some heat, and I sit there and read the newspaper which happens to be on the floor of the car. I decide I am going to go inside at 5:14 exactly. I read until 5:14. Then, I gather my keys, credit card, papers, put them in my pocket, grab the dog, and we walk up to the building.
Yippee! The waiting room is empty!
The ladies greet us and everybody ooohs and aaaahs over Hector because he is so handsome and so goofy all at the same time.
We sit down after we weigh him, and he’s had some treats. As we’re heading to the waiting area, a customer comes out of the exam room with a German Shepherd Dog. Hector and the dog sniff each other, but no problems ensue. This is remarkable, if you know Hector. He usually goes nuts when he sees another dog.
A minute later, a man, and a young boy of about 11 years old, and an elderly woman come in with a Yellow Lab/Mix who is shaking and all three of the people are freaking out. The dog has no collar on and the boy is holding the collar and leash in his hand, saying, “It’s not my fault. It was an accident.” What happened was, the dog pulled so hard that it broke its collar and was loose in the parking lot with no collar, no leash, during rush-hour on Route 9. (Our second worst nightmare, those of us who own dogs). The grandmother assures the boy that everyone knows it’s not his fault, the dog is safe now, and they are amazed that the dog ran in to the office instead of out into traffic! The man is holding the dog on the ground and trying to tell it to calm down, but the man is shaking so badly the entire family is petrified. The grandmother tries to fix the collar (a flimsy prong collar made for a chihuahua, not a Lab!). As I’m watching this, I am amazed that Hector is within 12 inches of this dog and could care less. He is just totally relaxed and calm, and so am I!
As grandmother fails to fix the collar, I offer the advice of taking the leash and looping it thru the handle, thus making a collar and leash combo out of the leash. They all smile at me, toss away the broken collar, and do as I suggested. Everyone breathes a heavy sigh of relief.
Just then, a little baby Chocolate Lab comes in with its owner. Of course, the puppy greets everyone, and everybody is ooohing and aaahhing again. Once again, Hector sniffs noses with the pup but doesn’t cause a ruckus like he’s been known to do. The perfect gentleman, he just sits quietly beside me.
We get called into the exam room, and Hector gets fussed over by two assistants and the vet himself. Hector gets his shots, and off we go.
When we get back into the waiting area, there are two more dogs. Again, Hector either ignores or just sniffs and keeps walking.
After I pay the bill, two people come in with two CATS. One loose, being held in the owner’s arms, the other in a crate. I tell Hector to sit, and we wait for the people to pass us before we proceed out the door. Hector again, the perfect gentleman, he almost didn’t even care that there were two cats in the room!!
I was so happy, I actually did one of those skip-jump things like you see on TV as we were jogging through the parking lot on our way back to the car!!! and I think I even let out a little WHOOP!! LOLOL I was so proud of Hector, I smothered him with kisses when we got inside the car! ROFL
Wait, there’s more… afterwards, I went to WAL MART to get dog food and some food for us people! WOW!!! and guess what? No panic attack!!!! (that’s the same Wal Mart where I had the bad one a month or two ago)
I am so proud of Hector for being so well-behaved, and of me for not having a PA!!!!!
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