Gotta love your vet

Way back, many many years ago, I had my first dog ever. A blue dobie named Max. Max was super sweet and I thought very attractive. His tail was cropped in typical doberman style, but I left his ears floppy. Because of his color and ears, lots of folks thought he was a Weimaraner. Anyway, when he was a puppy, he was in the backyard playing with my roommates dog, and somehow hit a big plate glass window and cut up his leg. Took him to the vet who bandaged him up. I had to travel for work the next week. About mid-week, my roommate called. She'd taken him to the vet and they were concerned they would have to amputate his leg because of pressure sores. He was my baby! I was totally freaked out.

Anyway, long story short, I was going to have to travel for work for a bit, and Max needed bandage changes multiple times a day. So I ended up boarding him at a place that did high end dog training, and changed vets to someone who was across the street from the boarding place, and who would travel to see him multiple times a day.

Long story short...I loved my vet. I would say that until my kids came along, I had a better relationship with my vet than any other doctor or vet or medical person. Ever! Over time I moved waaaaay across town. I continued to make the 45 minute drive to the vet for many years. But finally just recently decided I couldn't do it anymore. We started going to a new vet closer to the house. And it's just not the same. It's a "practice", so any visit you could see a different vet. And it feels more like a business than someone to whom I am entrusting my puppies!

Anyway, still working on the whole relationship thing.