my awesome vet (this got long)
When Riley and I moved into our last apartment, we had to switch vets. I was a little worried, mainly because I didn’t know anyone in Eagan that could recommend one and I knew I needed one close by, based solely on the fact that I was (and still am) a paranoid pet owner. Riley’s passion for eating things he’s not supposed to also was in the back of my mind, too. I ended up going to the Banfield clinic (yes, the one that’s inside PetSmart) and meeting the doctor that Riley will always always go to because she and her entire staff are so fantastic.
Riley’d been a Banfield boy from the day I got him. Another doctor had removed his manhood and everything went just fine, but the only person at this particular clinic Riley and I both enjoyed was the main doctor. At a vet’s office, you to work with more than just the main doctor, though. The bitchy receptionist and the vet techs that wouldn’t even get down on the floor and introduce themselves before shoving a thermometer up my dog’s unexpecting ass made it slightly intolerable. In other words, I didn’t really feel enough loyalty to them to drive across three suburbs once Riley and I moved in together.
Now, everyone there knows Riley, possibly because we’re there so much. Every time we’re there, though, I never feel like I’m being rushed in and rushed out so they can see as many animals as possible. Once we get into the waiting room, a vet tech usually comes in and looks him over, and we talk about why we’re there. The whole time we’re having this conversation any one of the techs will be down on the ground letting Riley climb all over them.
