The year’s first official Holiday Tie o’ the Day was easy for me to choose this morning, cuz I had to deliver Skitter to the vet for her scary teeth-cleaning appointment at 7:30 AM. When I dragged her into the vet office, the vet tech said I will be able to pick Skitter up at 3 PM. It was a new vet tech, who doesn’t know what I know has happened after Skitter’s past fang cleanings. The moment Skitter rouses from her dental procedure sleep, her trembling begins. Her shaking grows and grows and grows, until the vet office begins to vibrate. And although the vet tech told me to pick her up at 3, I can guarantee that around about noon, the same vet tech will give me a call to come and get Skitter ASAP. In a panicky voice, the vet tech will tell me the vet thinks Skitter will be better off recovering at home. Duh!
Our poor skeered Skitter. It’s good we’re not afraid of everything or we’d shake the entire Wasatch Front ( people would think it was an earthquake and Sterling Poulson would get all excited right there on the news!).