Yeah, I did get one of those cheery postcards from the vet reminding me that it’s time for my annual exam. This is not good news. Who wants to go to see the vet? I’ve gotta get in shape for this. How’s my weight? Teeth clean? Is my hair OK?
Well, let me tell you, before you even step onto the scale, demand a tour of the facility. Force a technician to take you to into “the back.” Talk to the sick dogs. Examine every room and every piece of equipment. The ultrasound machine is really interesting.
You are not a patient -- you are a visiting practitioner!
(I got a rabies shot anyway, but with dignity.)
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