May 29 2008
Waiting Room
Zeke and Blaze both got their physical exams. As evidenced in one of my earlier rants against the military medical system, I tire of constantly changing physicians. Either we move or the doctor does. The military assigns us physicians and we may see them once before we are assigned another. So, we met another doctor. This was Zeke’s preschool physical and his siblings had warned him that he would get shots. He received a vaccination in each thigh and had to have his finger pricked for a lead level test. When the tears subsided, he told me, “I don’t like to get poked.” Blaze’s exam was a bit easier since he didn’t have any vaccinations due. He just had an overall health check and exam for worms. The breeder recommended a vet who has a walk in clinic, no appointments. You sign in, wait your turn, and go see the vet when your name is called. It was a very low budget operation. One old vet, one understudy, and two receptionists. The building was old and small and worn out, but the vet is good at what she does and you can’t beat the prices. Sitting in the waiting room with us were a Pitbull, a Cockapoo, a hyper dog, a German Shepherd, a tiny dog in a cat cage named Max, and a Bassett Hound named Einstein. It was very crowded. I held Blaze throughout, just in case the Pitbull decided he wanted a snack. I opened the door to leave and discovered someone standing outside with a Husky. I had to laugh, because if I had to bring Czar to that place, that is exactly where I would have been.
Visitng the Vet with Czar or Sasha was pure chaos. However, visiting the Vet with Magnolia was pure torture. I still bear the scars, physical and emotional!
I always kinda figured you were dog people as opposed to cat, compliments intended.
Annais recently received ‘Peter’ a spangle coloured budgie as forced compensation for destruction of a barbie, courtesy of Michael.
Cliped wings, some patience and Peter now sits on your finger and flys from one shoulder to the other via the outside of the room. One day we may graduate to dog, however Trudy’s preferred breed is a siberian husky, incompatible to semi caged budgies. I am cautious to take the next step as our only other success is a pot plant called ‘Lazarus’, which has led a life associated to his name. Please keep Blaze in your blog from time to time, as a study guide for the Hillbricks.
regards, Karl
P.S I realise I could have proabaly blogged in a couple lines however I would have missed out visualising Mugs shaking her head in disbelief and hearing in my mind mugs saying ‘oh Karl’.
That is exactly what I was doing, and yes, the husky would kill the bird. Czar killed a bird, a mouse, a rat, a rabbit, a possum, and a skunk. Dale went out and discovered the maimed skunk, and when he came back in, the smell told all.