The other day, we brought our older dog in for a vet visit. She developed a wart between the toes of her foot, which she decided to treat on her own through a vigorous regimen of licking it over and over, usually at around 4 a.m. This not being effective, we decided a little trip to the vet to get it taken care of was in order.
When Dan brought her in, the vet took one look at the wart and decided it was not serious enough to warrant being removed. Our dog is maybe twelve or so years old, and unnecessary anesthesia is not something dogs need at that age.
But the vet was very nice, and really marveled at how healthy the dog is for her age. Apparently our strict routine of not walking the dog at all and basically letting her do whatever the hell she wants is working. The vet took some blood work, just in case, and sent us on our way with a bill for $75.
We were so proud that she was such a healthy dog that it took a little while for what had happened to sink in: we had basically just paid $75 for the privilege of having the vet compliment our dog.
Not that we begrudge our dog going to the vet, or paying for it. But still, for $75, I would hope that our dog would get something more out of it than unnecessary blood work, an excuse to keep licking her foot, and a doggie treat. Maybe they could have clipped her nails or something, or brushed her teeth. Cripes.
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