Finn had his annual this morning, and he was an angel. Quiet, polite, wagging at everyone who greeted him. AND he was calm on the table, which has never happened before. Good boy!
That's not the vent. The vent is that my regular vet was out for an emergency, so we had a stand-in vet. My regular vet is fine with my dietary choices for Finn, suggests limited vaccinations, and generally provides advice but doesn't push, which is why I chose him. (The fact that he's around the corner from my house doesn't hurt, either.)
This woman... hoo boy. Finn weighed in a little less than his last visit (42lbs from 45lbs) and that was "too skinny" for her. I tried to politely suggest that I can feel his ribs but not hips, and that I see dogs all day at my work in varying degrees of shape, but no. "As a pet food store employee, I would hope you knew what defines a healthy dog. They need a little meat on their bones." Um. What. She went on about how grain free diets aren't all they're cracked up to be, and the whole they-eat-stomach-contents garbage, then went ahead to recommend Healthy Advantage for Finnegan (the SD grain free). MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
Not to mention "his paw fur is all short, does he chew? He likely has a food allergy." Me: "No, I trim his paws."
Oh, and his ears were JUST a little reddish, right on the inside, which might mean allergies. Oh and his eyes were a bit bloodshot, allergies. Oh and his bum fur was short, does he chew? Allergies? (I had to tell her about the sick episode he had in May which was still growing back.) Oh and he has just the tiniest bit of tartar on his teeth, I should really start giving him rawhides as well as brushing his teeth every single day.
Man. I told the receptionist, as politely as possible, that if she replaces Dr. Hopgood again I will reschedule my appointment. That appointment made me ill.