I had to stop in at the vet and get a bag of fluids for Legal Lucy a little bit ago and as they were getting them for me, all the vet techs popped into the lobby to chat with me and ask how she was doing. They see me every couple of weeks or so, so they all know me by name.
They were all smiles as I was being waited on and rung up, then I dropped the bombshell on them.
"As long as I'm here, that asshole dog Jack's vaccinations are due at the end of the month, so let's get an appointment scheduled for that."
BOOM, that wiped the smiles off of every one of their faces and the preacher's wife started visibly trembling.
"Okay Ken, we've got him set up for one o'clock right after lunch when the lobby is empty" Laura said with a bit of a catch in her voice. She must've remembered a couple of years ago when that asshole dog Jack kicked the living shit out of Pork Chop Jones' prize coonhound right there in front of God and everybody. "Would you like a Trazodone to give him a couple hours before to calm him down?"
"Nah, he'll be fine." I didn't bother to tell her that I've got a fistful of them in the medicine cabinet and yes, I'll most definitely be drugging his ass.
I swear, that dog can fuck up somebody's day 24 hours in advance.
