So, I get on the phone and find a really nice "doggy resort" where I can stow my baby for the day. Cool. When I call them they say he has to have current shots to stay with them and play with friends. No sweat, it's early so I'll just call our vet and have them fax a vaccination record. Why is nothing easy? Turns out Swiffer's shots expired just a few days ago. Had I known THAT I would have had him to our vet before I took him out of state and into a forest with all sorts of rabies-likely critters like raccoons, squirrels, bats, dogs.....Sigh.
Well, the Hub is the brains of this outfit. He walks in and I tell him the sitch and he says, "so call a vet and get the shots." Huh. WHAT A GOOD IDEA! So I called a vet's office near the doggy resort (like almost next door) and they had him in and good to go in less than an hour. They were good at handling him (he thinks he's pretty special and doesn't like to be handled by strangers) and they insisted on talking to my vet at home first, too, which made me think better of taking him to a strange doc. AND it was half the price. Wow.
So he's going to his first day in preschool tomorrow, boo hoo. Maybe I'll take pictures for this milestone event, lol.
And I'm going to a water park. Should be interesting seeing as how I hate sweating, swimming, feeling like I'm falling, being touched by strange people and generally being out of control of, well...anything. Those of you who know me will know how funny this is.
Wish me luck. :)
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