Who else can go to the vet and come home with a dozen blog posts?
The vet told me to call about 3:30. Apparently he tells everyone throughout the entire day to call at 3:30 and then they tell us all to come get our pets.
There must have been 6 people waiting to get their dogs. One lady, wearing boots was standing next to us waiting for her dog. Another lady was sitting across the room and it’s not a small room.
Sitting Lady: Are those Chippewa boots?
Standing Lady: Yes! I live in the country and we have so many snakes, I just wear them every day.
Sitting Lady: We’ve had two rattle snakes on our porch this week.
Standing Lady: We had a copperhead in our house last week.
Sitting Lady: And the scorpions! I had one “THIS” big in my dining room over the weekend.
Standing Lady: We have them falling out of our light fixtures.
I was standing with my back to them, facing Vince. I think four times, I said “We’re moving . . tomorrow!”
It was funny hearing them talking. I wanted to say “STOP! You’re scaring me!” But I had on flip flops, Vine had on shorts and flip flops. They probably thought we were city folks. Nope – we’re the crazy ones who are probably going to get snake bit.
It wasn’t like I was eavesdropping – they were just talking and everyone could hear. It’s really funny sometimes to listen to the conversations of others.