So phoned the vet this morning,
to arrange a routine pedicure for my black lab.
He's a rite spasmodic idiot when he goes to the vet,
(He gets da crazy eyes, iykwim)
and well known at the clinic,
so usually we arrange as first appointment of the day.
My husband pays the bill first, and then grabs the bucking bronco from the truck, straight through the front doors, into the back of the clinic; a few minutes later, the nail clipping is done and out the door he goes, back in the truck.
Today, K at the vet told me they are only taking priority cases,
but she knows me dog, and she could make a memo for exception,
or she would just call me back in two weeks.
She sounded overwhelmed and afraid.
I said I could wait, phone me back in two
and my hubs and I could try to trim the nails on our own.
So, y'all might what to contact your vet and see what's what.