sammee, hope your little darling is tearing around the yard very soon. I'd avoid the Greencross vet like the plague, we had a useless vet just like that, he was terrified of dogs quite obviously chose the wrong profession. Every time he had to give our lovely Sebbie (a Basenji) a needle he'd strap a muzzle on him, put it on so tightly one evening that his eyes were bulging (Sebbieโs, not the vets), our gorgeous dog struggled so hard to breath because of the damn muzzle that the vet ended up giving the injection to himself, no more fleas for the vet... the comic antics were well worth the cost. Needless to say we changed to another vet.
This story should be titled โMy Day at Vinniesโ, what a disaster...firstly the โnew you beautโ registerer ceased to function and theyโd already taken our faithful old clunker away, when we finally managed to get the stupid thing functioning the EFTPOS machine threw a wobbly, we had unhappy customers lined up way outside the door. THEN at 3:55 a particular customer, who is always a right royal pain in the tooshie and is fully aware that we close the doors at 4:00pm, strolled around picking things up and then putting them back down, into the change room and back out again, when I finally couldnโt stand it anymore, I politely went up to her and pointed out that the time was now 4:20, she had the audacity to say, โWell you do get paid overtime after allโ...Hellooo, we work for nothing, and nothing + overtime = 00000!
Please, please make tomorrow better!!! :_|
