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Friday, February 24, 2017
Really? Did You Read What You Just Said?
I don't like to embarrass anyone, but this week left me shaking my head just a tad.
Here's what happened:
As usual, Steve and I have been slowly paying off our latest anniversary getaway (this year is #36!). This one's a bit different in a few ways for us. One is that last year we met two wonderful couples and have kept in touch-one of those couples decided to join us in this year's trip! Looking forward to sweeping the cruise's trivia contests with their help. We sure did last year! We were hoping the other couple would opt to join us, but alas they are not.
The other new thing is that we usually switch off with Sam and Adam on the pet sitting. That is now not so doable (even though they now live literally at the other end of the block) because we both rescued new pups. The dogs get along just fine, but the newest additions (Yes YOU DEX AND SUNSHINE!) just haven't quite got the potty-training down too well.
In fact, Dex got so excited upon seeing his friends before our weekly walk together yesterday that he decided the best thing to do was to "mark" grandma! It's okay, after 10 years as a day care provider it was honestly less disgusting than some of the things all those toddlers shared with me.
Anyway, that mentioned I have to say that while we'll still care for each others felines, the pups will have to go to a pet hotel. Adam and Sam tried it first during a quick trip to see my parents last week. The dogs seem no worse for wear.
Steve and I, however, are just plain anxious about leaving our babies in the hands of strangers. You see when we first adopted Lucky she spent 3 nights in a local pet hotel and in under 24 hours she gave herself nervous colitis. I don't really want to give you the specifics of what that means but let's just say that's when we knew that we had the best and most loving vet in the entire world!
After re-visiting where they were the first time and then looking at the "big box" resort and researching a couple of other that FaceBook acquaintances suggested we decided which one to go with and filled out the paper work.
(side bar: if you're wondering why we don't just leave them with our beloved vet it's because she has no room for boarding with all of her work with our town's rescue and a couple of other rescues)
And that paper work is what the title of this week's blog is about!
First, the paper work had no request for dates to be needed. Then no one called me within the expected 48-72 hours that the website promised. Once I called and talked to the manager-she started to get a tad snippy with me saying she had sent me e-mails and I hadn't contacted her! That sent my anxiety through the roof. Then she realized that her sent e-mails never actually left her computer.
Okay. Once we straightened that out she asked me to send Sunshine's shot record as they got Lucky's from the vet. We only had the paperwork from the rescue saying what shots and when they were given.
By her own admittance, she said that what I sent wasn't good enough because it only had the dates given. "The shots are only good for 1-3 years. This states that she had them August 6th, 2016-how do we know they are still good?"
Really? Did you read what you just said???? The dogs will be there in April. If the shots are only good for a year-then they will still have 4 months left on them. So I took more photos of all the various papers from the rescue all stating the dates of the shots given and told her the facts as nicely as I could write them without making her feel slightly foolish.
This is why I really don't want to leave my babies in the hands of strangers. At this moment she hasn't asked me to contact the rescue for verification, so I'm thinking she figured out all is good.
Let's hope so, Steve found a Groupon for this recommended place.
I'm beginning to think that we should consider asking how much it would cost to take the pups with us. I'm sure they'd love the outdoor grassy area on the top deck and the veranda of our cabin. I'd just need to get them formal wear for dress up nights.
Here's what happened:
As usual, Steve and I have been slowly paying off our latest anniversary getaway (this year is #36!). This one's a bit different in a few ways for us. One is that last year we met two wonderful couples and have kept in touch-one of those couples decided to join us in this year's trip! Looking forward to sweeping the cruise's trivia contests with their help. We sure did last year! We were hoping the other couple would opt to join us, but alas they are not.
The other new thing is that we usually switch off with Sam and Adam on the pet sitting. That is now not so doable (even though they now live literally at the other end of the block) because we both rescued new pups. The dogs get along just fine, but the newest additions (Yes YOU DEX AND SUNSHINE!) just haven't quite got the potty-training down too well.
In fact, Dex got so excited upon seeing his friends before our weekly walk together yesterday that he decided the best thing to do was to "mark" grandma! It's okay, after 10 years as a day care provider it was honestly less disgusting than some of the things all those toddlers shared with me.
Anyway, that mentioned I have to say that while we'll still care for each others felines, the pups will have to go to a pet hotel. Adam and Sam tried it first during a quick trip to see my parents last week. The dogs seem no worse for wear.
Steve and I, however, are just plain anxious about leaving our babies in the hands of strangers. You see when we first adopted Lucky she spent 3 nights in a local pet hotel and in under 24 hours she gave herself nervous colitis. I don't really want to give you the specifics of what that means but let's just say that's when we knew that we had the best and most loving vet in the entire world!
After re-visiting where they were the first time and then looking at the "big box" resort and researching a couple of other that FaceBook acquaintances suggested we decided which one to go with and filled out the paper work.
(side bar: if you're wondering why we don't just leave them with our beloved vet it's because she has no room for boarding with all of her work with our town's rescue and a couple of other rescues)
And that paper work is what the title of this week's blog is about!
First, the paper work had no request for dates to be needed. Then no one called me within the expected 48-72 hours that the website promised. Once I called and talked to the manager-she started to get a tad snippy with me saying she had sent me e-mails and I hadn't contacted her! That sent my anxiety through the roof. Then she realized that her sent e-mails never actually left her computer.
Okay. Once we straightened that out she asked me to send Sunshine's shot record as they got Lucky's from the vet. We only had the paperwork from the rescue saying what shots and when they were given.
By her own admittance, she said that what I sent wasn't good enough because it only had the dates given. "The shots are only good for 1-3 years. This states that she had them August 6th, 2016-how do we know they are still good?"
Really? Did you read what you just said???? The dogs will be there in April. If the shots are only good for a year-then they will still have 4 months left on them. So I took more photos of all the various papers from the rescue all stating the dates of the shots given and told her the facts as nicely as I could write them without making her feel slightly foolish.
This is why I really don't want to leave my babies in the hands of strangers. At this moment she hasn't asked me to contact the rescue for verification, so I'm thinking she figured out all is good.
Let's hope so, Steve found a Groupon for this recommended place.
I'm beginning to think that we should consider asking how much it would cost to take the pups with us. I'm sure they'd love the outdoor grassy area on the top deck and the veranda of our cabin. I'd just need to get them formal wear for dress up nights.
