Friday last, I took our eldest and biggest male mixed breed dog in for neutering. This is always an interesting prospect. Introduce an already hyper dog (from the trip), who hasn’t eaten in 12 hours, into an environment with commercial tile floors and strange dogs and people, and you have a bit of chaos. It was quite busy there, as well.
Then, the ‘senior’ vet walks by, calls me by name, takes us back to pre-op and asks about the other dogs I had in the week before. That’s a definite side-effect of small town life, and one that I love.