Animal Farm

One thing about moving to a new area is having to find new doctors/dentists/veterinarians. So far, we've been through 3 pediatricians, 2 family practitioners and at least 2 dentists. The vet was the only doctor who had impressed us on the first visit. But it was all a little overboard - the bells, the whistles, the two hour wait, and the big fat bill.

So when Max turned up with a hurt foot, Scott was quick to steer me towards a vet's office he had passed on the outskirts of town that he thought might be better suited for us. It was a "small operation" and he was "sure I could be in and out pretty quickly". I admit, when he told me to call ahead to make sure they see small animals, some alarm somewhere in my head should have sounded. But I was still hung up on the part about getting in and out fairly quickly - always a priority with Isaac in tow.

Well, I showed up at this "small operation" and walked right smack into the middle of an animal circus. The first person we encountered was a man sitting just inside the door with a cat carrier just like ours. Except, when he turned the carrier toward us so that Isaac could get a good look, there wasn't a cat inside. It was a pig. A pig that looked just like Wilbur. And the lady walking in behind me had two goats. The other 30 people had just about every other creature known to man - all barking, squawking, growling, whining and hissing in unison. And Isaac, with all this sensory overload, started spinning and howling right along with them. The only two quiet creatures in the whole place were me and the pig.

Looking on the bright side, I have to admit that we were actually in and out quicker than we would have been at the other place. And I certainly didn't have to be concerned with Isaac being too loud and disturbing everyone else.

But I'm still hung up on what Scott meant by implying that this place would be a perfect fit for us. ?????