DH just called me from the waiting lanes for the ferry...
He and Buck are on their way home from the vet and DH is NOT happy. Apparently, when he scheduled the appointment, DH did not make sure to say that we want an appointment with OUR vet so he got one of the Army vets (as in veterinarian, not veteran). It's just the base vet, but one of the best vets in the area works there a few days a week so we go across the Sound to see her at the base clinic since it's WAY cheaper than our pony's vet which is right down the street even with the ferry fees.
WELL, the vet he got today tried to tell him repeatedly that Buck's rabies vaccine was already expired (It's not. I am VERY careful about rabies dates and I have their files here at home with me in the event we have an emergency and need to take one of them to the e-vet (the pony's vet down the road. Even the receptionist could see that it was not expired. Then the guy got pushy.
"Well, if you're going overseas you need to blah, blah, blah."
DH cuts him off and informs him that, no, we're NOT going overseas and, if we were, that it would have been taken care of according to those standards.
Then he checks Buck's teeth...
"Oh, his teeth are so white and clean! He must be young. How old is he?"
"He turned 4 in March."
"He got lucky in the teeth department. Most dogs have tartar buildup by now. Brushing a dog's teeth will help them stay clean. Do you brush your dog's teeth?"
Now, here I feel I should add that my husband is not easily cowed by others and we are both at the point in raw feeding where we don't hide it anymore. We don't gush about it to everyone we meet, but, if someone asks, we answer with the the facts. When he was telling me this story, I could just see him standing in the vet's office getting more and more irritated by this man. When DH starts to lose patience, his voice gets flatter and flatter (he's a very outgoing, animated person) until he is speaking in the funniest deadpan voice I have ever seen. I can easily see that he's just done, but the person he's talking to usually doesn't. He's also not the type to snark at someone either (like I am... It's not a good habit). Apparently, this is something he learned from me (minus the lack of snark). I didn't even know it until a mutual friend we've both known for many years informed told us we both do the same thing when we get irritated, but that DH didn't used to do that.
"No, we don't because we give them turkey necks to clean their teeth." (Now he KNOWS he's opened a can of worms)
"Oh, oh. Turkey necks? Well, you need to be really careful with those. They could choke."
"Uhuh. We supervise them while they eat." I could feel the desire to resort to snarkiness.
"Well, I see here your dog doesn't have all of his vaccines."
And that's when he apparently launched into the vaccine speech.
"Well do you plan on getting a puppy anytime soon?"
"Well, if you do..."
"Well, if you have friends with a puppy..."
After all of the garbage that went on, this vet didn't even notice that both of Buck's ears are infected. DH didn't bring it up when he didn't notice because, when yo have a hound, you have to know how to get rid of ear infections (and, preferably, prevent them in the first place) and he wanted nothing more to do with this vet after getting Buck's rabies vaccine.
What is so strange to me is that, even after telling this vet that we normally go to the civilian vet (who is the raw feeder who used to have Smooth Collies and talks about bulk orders of meat with us and where to get the best deals) and have discussed every aspect of our dogs' care with her, he still wouldn't give up on all this. I know that, even when one vet raw feeds and another doesn't, they can't always agree to disagree, but our vet is very well respected in her field. I would think that, when a client says that they've discussed these things with their regular vet, the other would respect that and back off. DH said that this guy just felt like he had no idea what he was doing and that, if he was there for something other than a routine vaccine, he would have walked out the door and rescheduled for a day our own vet was there.
Anyway, this is more just a vent since just hearing the story irritated me. The sounds of wrapping paper could be heard in the background while he was on the ferry so I am just going to think about my Dairy Queen ice cream cake and watch the new season of Adventure Time DH gave me last night It's my birthday and the temporary vet who'll probably never even see my dog again ain't botherin' me!
Cookies to all who read this I know it was long.