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The Misadventures of the Vet Visit

March 7, 2011

Let me start by saying I don’t recommend bringing three pets and a 3-year-old to the vet by oneself. That is what I attempted this past weekend. And it wasn’t pretty.

Why on earth would I even consider such a thing, you ask? Temporary insanity is the only answer that comes to mind.

The misadventure started with Casey who was scheduled for a vet re-check Saturday morning and her routine vaccines. So the plan was for me and Sophie to take Casey to the vet (Bryan was out of town). Easy.

Well if I’m taking Casey for shots, I really should take Romeo so they’re both on the same schedule for vaccines.

Then I decided while I’m at it, I might as well take Bipp the kitten in for his exam and vaccines. Luckily Tess is up-to-date, so she can stay home.

So there I was, Saturday morning, getting ready to get Sophie, Casey, Romeo, and little Bipp out the door to the vet. I quickly realized, What the hell was I thinking?!

The misadventure started before I left the garage.  I picked up Little Bipp to gently place him in the carrier. He would have nothing to do with that and  squirmed for his life to break free. I try again, and this time, the little fellow jumped out of my arms, hopped the side fence, and ran into the backyard and into the house to hide. Enter me, running after Bipp with two dogs and Sophie waiting  in the car. I finally grabbed Bipp, closed the garage door and stuffed the cat in the carrier.

Luckily the vet is only five minutes away. Bipp is meowing in fear the entire time. Even Sophie told him to be quiet.

We arrive at the vet and there’s me with Casey and Romeo on leashes in one hand, Bipp in a carrier in the other hand, and Sophie is walking directly in front of me.  I gave Sophie the very important job of holding the animals’ paperwork and bringing that into the office. I think that was key to Sophie’s success in this trip – give her an important job. And she really did great.

We get in the office, narrowly escaped a pit bull patient, the dogs are trembling for dear life and Bipp is meowing like crazy. This little circus of mine is waiting in the room for the exam and shots when what happens next? That’s right, Sophie has to pee.

By the time we’re ready to go, I’m sweating, covered in animal hair and in need of a Xanax. I shell out nearly half our tax refund for this little adventure and the animals get a clean bill of health. The vet techs are looking at me like I’m a lunatic as I attempt to bring my crew back to the car.

I again gave Sophie the very important job of carrying the dogs’ Sentinel medication (heart-worm and flea prevention pills). She took this very seriously; wouldn’t even let me see inside the bag.

We all made it safe and sound to the car, where I headed to a drive-through Starbucks to reward myself with an iced latte and Sophie with a chocolate milk. By the time we get home, the dogs are as tired as I am (and it’s not even 11 a.m.). I learned my lesson. I won’t attempt this again.

Here I was walking the dogs and 3-month-old Sophie around the block. And I thought THIS was crazy?!

12 Comments leave one →
  1. March 8, 2011 3:51 am

    Thanks for a great laugh to start my morning!

    We have been through similar misadventures with our family of 2 and 4 legged creatures. Our cat meows so loudly in the car there’s no point in turning on the radio!

    • leahsinger permalink
      March 8, 2011 9:35 am

      That’s exactly how I felt. The radio didn’t even come on. Thanks for commenting!

  2. March 8, 2011 4:34 am

    You’ve got us spoiled. The whole time I was reading, I was hoping for a picture of the vet’s office. So it could’ve been worse. You could’ve had Sophie, the two dogs, the kitten . . . and a camera!

    Thanks for making me smile today.

    • leahsinger permalink
      March 8, 2011 8:26 am

      That’s a good point! Thank goodness I didn’t bring the camera.

  3. March 9, 2011 6:02 am

    Thanks for the laugh! You’re a brave, brave woman! I didn’t even want to attempt bringing a two and a half year old and one fat cat. Just trying to get her in a cat carrier is a chore in itself and being pregnant I just do not have the patience! She also gets carsick and every time you put her in there she throws up about 5 times before we get to where we’re going. Nope, I think I’ll just wait till my husband has a day off! 🙂

    • leahsinger permalink
      March 9, 2011 8:26 am

      I may be brave. But you’re a smart woman!

  4. March 9, 2011 12:01 pm

    You are very brave! I’m impressed that you got out and back with only the one escape attempt. Good job! And you’re right — giving your kids a “job” while you’re out is a life -saver. Of course, if they’re like my kids, they’ll accept the paperwork/package/etc with wide and somber eyes, and the next time I look at them it’ll be gone. Discarded around the corner somewhere so they could pick up a rock.

  5. March 10, 2011 6:25 am

    Leah,
    I laughed out loud!…. and I was at work, so all the coworkers started to ask me what is that and I let them read your story! Thank you for a nice 10 minutes break :)!

    • leahsinger permalink
      March 10, 2011 8:30 am

      Thank you so much! I’m glad you and your co-workers enjoyed my misadventures.

  6. March 11, 2011 7:08 pm

    LOL. Oh boy! Glad you all made it back home in one piece haha

  7. March 14, 2011 9:33 am

    at least you tried it…when elliott was 6 months old and i had to take the boys to the vet, i scheduled 2 separate visits on the same day to avoid chaos! sorry about the pit bull…i won’t get started on that breed…..one time riggs literally and deliberately peed on MY leg because he was so scared! needless to say i now try to schedule his visits on saturdays when jay can take him! 😉

  8. March 14, 2011 2:35 pm

    OhMY… and I’m worried about taking my TWO cats to the vet at the end of the month(sans kid, sans dogs). It’s not easy shoving two of them (now almost full-grown) into a single carrier. I think i my have to practice in advance. Thanks for the reminder.

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