With two aging dogs, I’m going to the vet almost every week, either to take them to be checked for various ailments or to pick up prescription food, meds, and their routine flea/tick/heartworm preventatives. The worst part of these visits is what they’re doing to my credit card debt.
Probably the best part is seeing Rocket. For years, the vet practice dog was Tag, but Tag went to the Rainbow Bridge a few months ago, and then Rocket appeared. For a youngster, Rocket is not very rambunctious (one of the vet techs said they usually call him “Rock” because it’s more accurate than Rocket). However, when either the dog or cat sides of the reception desk get busy, Rocket will stand up on his hind legs and look over the counters to see if anything interesting is going on.
Today, it was quiet when I went in, so beyond a quick glance when I called his name, Rocket kept his focus on the bone he was chewing.
