Mental stimulation while eating
Today the dog got shot. Shots. Punctuation is important, especially when discussing punctures. Relax; the morning ride was for nothing more serious than an effort to give the dog a dose of rabies. Pardon; a vaccine against rabies. The details are important. Visits to the vet are stressful, because dogs don’t always have pleasant memories. In the case of the older lady, with the cardboard box that once held cookwares, she won’t have them either. A final solution, for her old (very old) cat. In fact, the vet probably does more good than harm, but the client won’t give two thumbs (paws) up on the idea.
And what’s the deal on the upsell? The bags of expensive fodder. The offer to test blood (I made my case for heart worm being rare in this part of the world, and the vet replied with the “only way to be sure is to test” line, worth a paltry $45). My heart remained hard. The technician reminded me, on another pitch, that the dog needed mental stimulation while eating, and she had a toy puzzle that would require neuroplasticity exercise while trying to extract kibble from the Kong. We escaped, barely, when the dog decided to leave personalized gifts of his own in the examination room.
Today, more of the music left our house. Approximately five hundred record albums, along with those milk crates that were “rescued” from various loading docks over the years. All gone to a new home in some second hand store. A gift; I didn’t want to barter away my memories.
