The envelope please…. ::rip:: Yesterday’s winner of a PAX mug: Comment #62–Amelia! (Email me!)
Today, something new up for grabs! A PAX League tote bag perfect for book wookies to carry around their latest haul of romance novels! One side of the bag has my “Romance with an Edge of Danger” tagline and the other side of the bag has the “We Save the World So You Don’t Have To” PAX logo. More on that in a minute………
So I was at the vet’s office for two hours yesterday. This vet always makes me wait. I need to get a new vet. When we went to Ocracoke Island last week, this vet (who has been our regular vet since we moved here last year) was full for boarding so we took Blue and Blossom, our two Australian Shepherds, to another vet for boarding. Turns out they were due for shots so the new vet said if we boarded them there, we had to let them give them their annual physicals and shots while they were there. That was fine since I’d intended to have the regular vet take care of that while they were in boarding if they’d had room there. When I went to pick the dogs up (who were slobberingly grateful to see me after thinking they’d been abandoned) I met the new vet. She was really nice. I liked her a lot except for the part where she kept insisting my dogs were fat. (They don’t look fat to me!!!! Do they look fat to you???)
I angsted a bit over who to take the cat to for his checkup, also due, but decided to take Buttercup back to the regular vet who did, after all, save his life six months ago when my supposedly fat dogs took a bite out of him and left him clinging to a log over the swollen creek in our backyard. Then he left me hanging for two hours. I keep thinking I should dump this vet. I mean, I would wait two hours on a regular basis for my beloved gynecologist back in Texas who had delivered my babies, but I’m waiting two hours for a VET now??? Then I’m finally paying this humongous bill at the checkout (after two hours) and the receptionist is asking me, “How is Blue and Blossom? I love your dogs! They are so sweet! When are we going to see them again?” What, am I going to this vet because I like the receptionist???
Our vet in Texas was so mean. And yet I kept going to him. What is my problem with vets? I have turned down representation from well-known literary agents because I didn’t think they were right for me and I can’t dump a vet??? I think I need my head examined. (Does anyone want to write a Dear John letter to my vet for me? And could you send flowers to the receptionist at the same time??)
Okay, today’s contest!!!! Tell me about your pets!! I have a very cranky cat named Buttercup. He is so bad that when I take him to the vet, the vet calls in two assistants and puts a muzzle on him. I love this cat to death. He is my buddy. He follows me around the house and sleeps at my feet and sprawls over my laptop whenever I’m not looking. I call him my Butterboo and my Butterbaby and other things that make my husband’s eyes roll. We also have two dogs, Blue and Blossom. They are both blue merle Australian Shepherds. They’re a brother/sister pair one litter apart and they can chase grown men onto the tops of their pickup trucks. If they could just catch someone, they would lick them to death. (This does not include the cat, of course, who they would like to EAT.)
Today, my 14-year-old son will do the drawing from all comments posted! So, for a PAX tote bag, introduce me to your pets (or your childhood pets, or the pet you would have if you could have a pet)! :heart:
(Note: the “Extravasuzannza” of fun and prizes to celebrate the release of The Beast Within (ON STORE SHELVES TODAY!) continues every day through July 8th! More to come!)