Because I’m tired of bitching about the chaos of kindergarten, I will instead bitch about the fact that my DOG cost me nearly THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS today because she CHIPPED A NAIL.
Well, I guess it was a little bit more than that. Last night I noticed her obsessively licking her back paw. I didn’t even want to look at the foot because I could sense the prohibitive cost in my future. But I did. And her nail quick was entirely exposed.
Here’s the thing about Cassidy. She doesn’t care for vets. And not in a “I’m going to be grouchy and maybe cower in the corner” kind of way.
Her way of hating the vet is more of a, “the flourescent orange ‘CAUTION’ sticker on her chart wasn’t enough, nor was the bright red ‘MAY BITE’ sticker, so they had to go ahead and put a neon green ‘WILL BITE’ sticker on her chart” way.
And on that WILL BITE sticker is a handwritten note that says, “sensitive about paws.”
See where I’m going with this?
A foot injury on Cassidy is not just a matter of an office visit, antibiotics, and a bandage. I know because she regularly injures her feet. It’s weird.
Cassidy requires an office visit, a day of boarding, sedation, blood work, and two prescriptions.
And a bandage in a bag ’cause it’s raining.