My poor girl is at the vet waiting for her surgery to amputate her toes and the tumor between them. This is beginning to be more of a headache than a worry day for me. I brought the vet her records on Monday and I got a call today saying they were going through them and needed a rabies certificate (apparently the vet record stating she had a 3-year rabies shot was not enough proof). They also asked me if I knew a dog named Shelly. Shelly is Naylee's name from the rescue group. I brought old record from them attached to the back. Knowing the dog is rescued should kindof give a hint that when the dog changed hands from the rescue group to the new home (as stated on her records) she may have gotten a new name. SO I called her old vet to fax the rabies certificate and they tell me there's a $500 bill for the dog at their clinic. I tell them "no, that's not the right dog, thats the formoer owner's other dog, I need Nayeli's records". So after talking to a brick wall for a while she says "ok so we need to fax over Adah's records to your vet". Once again "no I need a rabies certificate for Nayeli". "Are you sure". "Yes". Grrrrrrrr. Now I'm waiting for my vet to call and ask "who the heck is Adah?" (Adah is a chihuahua, not mine) Honestly, I thought my vet looked over the records days ago and would be done with the surgery by now. They haven't even started! This is why we used to go to the most expensive vet in town when we could afford it and not the brick wall idiots. I trust once they get going they'll take good care of her, but I'll be ready to explode.
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