Sorry for the blog about myself.
But I just wasted a whole work day, and way too much money dealing with this shit.
So at minimum Im going to get a blog out of it.
Today was supposed to be a perfectly normal workday.
My dog, Dock was puking.
Hed puked 4 times since I left.
While I was on the phone with her he puked again.
So I thought, fine Ill come home.
As soon as I got back home he puked again.
Then I let him out in our backyard.
He took a shit.
There were weird strings in it.
It looked like he ate a spool of string.
So fine… Ill call the vet.
Its literally 2 blocks away, maybe theyll be able to get him in quick.
Theyre expanding and are closed all weekend.
Their VM message directed me to an emergency vet in Hoboken.
I call the emergency vet and they say they can get us in right away.
We dont have a car.
Its an hour walk to the vet.
I have a puking dog so I dont want to put him in an Uber.
So I thought well just walk him.
He still seems to have his energy.
Maybe if hes fine by the time we get there we can just turn around and save some money.
By the time we get there hes acting totally fine.
Just his regular happy self.
Might as well see what they have to say.
They proceed to give me the whole spiel.
The same spiel vets give you every time you go there.
We cant tell if anything is wrong just by looking at him.
To be safe we should probably run some tests.
Its possible he ate something weird off the ground and is a little sick.
But its also possible he has a blockage.
He could have LEGOs in his stomach.
Vet (paraphrased)
So they give me this…
I fucking tried to hold strong.
I knew he was fine.
I knew it in my gut.
I said, I think well hold off for now.
He seems like hes perfectly fine.
Hes clearly not uncomfortable.
We can monitor him for a while.
If he pukes again then well bring him in for the tests.
The look in the vets face was like I was some sort of cold-hearted animal abuser.
Like she just witnessed me pick up my dog and punt him across the office.
Meanwhile my fiancee is Googling blockages.
Shes about to cry.
Keep in mind we’re at the emergency vet.
This particular emergency vet is just one huge room.
So we can see and hear whats going on with the pets all around us.
Theres sick dogs and cats in cages along the wall.
The same thing we thought Dock might have.
Its a heavy place to be at.
I obviously love my dog.
In the grand scheme of things, who gives a fuck about $1,000.
Id rather my dog be healthy.
Im never not going to do whats necessary to keep him alive.
We get the x-rays.
Heres me watching him (we brought our other dog Molly for support)
AND GUESS WHAT!?
The x-rays came back.
They said he looked gassy.
Just a perfectly fine dog who was a little sick this morning.
Im sure he just ate some weird shit off the ground that upset his stomach.
And Im $800 poorer (I managed to talk them out of some of the expenses.
Half the shit on that bill were things to make him more comfortable.
He was clearly already comfortable.
Because he was perfectly fine the whole time).
The vet really is a son of a bitch.
Its the most full-proof business in the world.
Nobody has people by the balls more than vets.
Im not saying they dont do good work.
But theyre also salesmen.
So no matter what they tell me, Im going to believe them.
Ill be throwing money at the vet until the day my dog dies.
Then Ill get a new dog.
Then Ill throw more money at them.
Its a vicious, never ending cycle.
You got me again, vet.
Youre $800 richer today because I love my dog.
