I've missed my calling

I have officially decided that I should've become a veterinarian!

It all began when my shih tzu, Selah started twitching and holding her head sorta of funny like. I let it go, thinking that it was a new habit...after all, she is a drama queen and sneezes when she wants a treat.

I relented after she yiped when I went near her ear and took her to the vet.

I live in a very posh, ritzy town where ever corner is a country club so the vet's office resembles one too. High ceilings, a serenity garden with a fountain so your babies can meditate before they head into the vet/torture chamber.

The vet takes a look at Selah, aka known as Precious Poopsie and declares that she looks healthy but....

She lists all sorts of things that will need to be done or that she plans to do....I'm hearing the sound of the the cash register as she's talking. She is starting to sound like Charlie Brown's teacher.."wah wah waah wah wah". She takes Selah out to "examine" her (I think it was mainly to let Selah meditate while she added up the costs.)

Comes back in and tells me that it's "only" going to be $206.00. But...she really should have a baseline done....(Testing that probably costs 300.00). I tell her without hyperventilating..."No, we'll get that some other time."

For $206.00...She examined her, gave her an injection, cleaned her ears, charged 5.00 for waste disposal...what sort of waste...a kleenex??? and get this...41.00 for a small ear antibiotic.

I wonder if everyone will be thrilled when I wrap up a letter for each of them and tell them that their gift is to pet Selah because she is where their gifts went to.

Probably not....