Ebony's vet visit today was.... challenging. There's nothing really wrong with her (that we know of), but try telling her
that. I really dislike the drill where you are hauled quickly from the comfy lobby into the confined exam room for the vet tech pre-workup, and are then left for "just a second" (where the seconds are apparently measured by the rotation of the planet Venus
) for the actual vet's arrival. By that time, the poor puppy was worked up into a serious lather and she was not getting back up on that table come hell or high treat. So Dr. Dirge*
came down to floor level to check out her growth, her muzzle and her paw.
The growth, despite looking pretty big, is actually hanging by a pretty teeny thread, so its removal has been classified as "easy." Yet the quote for it is almost exactly the same as what it would have been for a much more invasive and delicate removal of one on Tasha that we considered several years ago. So much of the procedure is dependent on fixed costs surrounding whatever the actual drill is- the anaesthesia, pain management, even the Cone of Shame are estimated down to the nickel.
The nosy stuff seems to be improving, but we can have that biopsied as well when she's under for the other procedure. Likewise, we're putting off her annual heartworm test until O.R. Day, since she was so wound up after the waiting, poking and prodding that she would not hold a paw still for the blood draw. Her final complaint (a pretty compulsive gnawing on one paw) is going to be treated with an OTC antihistamine for starters; if it's more emotional, the Cone will break it for at least the duration of the recovery and we'll see how it goes from there.
They then made us wait another good 10 minutes for everything to get written up. I was on the verge of hauling her out to Iggy just to get her away from all the smells and scares of being in there. They've done incredibly good work on all our aminals over many years, and their cageside manner is impeccable, but as Tom Petty once said, "the waiting is the hardest bark."
Not her real name but an unfortunate autocorrect thereof when I sent in a pre-consult picture of it to her through my iPhone. I apologized today, but she said it was okay- she's been called worse.
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