Toby and I were out for a walk the other day. As neared his nemesis’s house, (star of such posts as The Great Roundup, and The Day After ), I noticed he was completely silent. Not even his tags jingled as he tiptoed down the street. Realizing he was trying to sneak past the little dog’s house so she wouldn’t come after him, I did my best to imitate his soundless gait. It is hard to walk on stones in boots and not make noise, though. Every time my shoe crunched on a piece of gravel, I got serious stink eye from my boy. He doesn’t know how hard it was for me not to laugh every time he glared at me. Any neighbors looking out their windows must have thought us both crazy as we crept in silent slow motion past their homes.
Thanks to you, you big-footed elephant, I almost got bit!
Some time in the not-too-distant future a can of Halt! will be delivered. Paws crossed it will work to discourage other dogs from coming after Toby. Better still, hopefully we never have to use it.
After my experience with my GP’s office, I decided to contact the neurologist directly to see if I could schedule an appointment. When I call, I am only able to reach an answering machine. So far I have called every day and left a total of 10 messages, but no one has called back. I guess in the new world, squeaky wheels are ignored and not greased.
Come see what my stinky boys have been up to at the Museum of the Imagination in Dream Our World! Inside they view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Dream Our World is available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
Trying to figure out what’s the equivalent to boots-on-stone for getting the attention of a doctor’s office… 🤔
Ha ha! Perhaps tap dancing in the waiting room?
With a concertina, and cymbals on your knees…!
I PASSIONATELY HATE ANSWER-PHONES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m growing to hate them myself. 😡
Like automated telephone systems…you tap in the number, you wait while a lot of garbage is recounted to you, press the next number which directs you to a choice of five none of which you want, hang on for an operator – at which point your call is timed out and it all goes dead.
Those who design them must have spent a lot of their youth visiting mazes.
I think you have to go there…armed with a can of Halt.
I wonder if I could bring a can of Hurry! with me… 🤔
can you just go to the doctor’s office and ask to see someone? Sit there till they throw you out or let you in? I can only imagine your frustration.
I’ve thought about it. Unfortunately it is kind of a long drive, and I’m trying to be conservative with my fuel use. We’ll see. I may do it anyway.
Oh, my! 😮 You and Toby gotta’ Ninja-walk down the street. 😦 I hear Elmer Fudd saying, ““Shhh! Be vewy, vewy qwiet.” 🤫
But, you gotta’ keep safe! 🙂 Would be good to have the Halt and hope you never have to use it.
So very sorry to hear about the continuing medical-doc-stuff frustrations. 😦 Maybe you could take Toby’s nemesis in to the doc office and let her handle those darn people!!!
Gentle PATS and RUBS for Toby! ❤️
Elmer Fudd! Perfect! 😂
What an idea. “Give me an appointment or else I’ll unleash this annoying little dog on you!”
Exactly! 😉 😀
You need to enroll the Tobester in a good doggie martial arts school and get him some Kung Fu lessons. He needs to dog-up and be ready to defend himself against the other pooch. That might be a good idea for you, too, grasshopper – Kung Fu those people who are thwarting your appointments. But as I said before, I’m convinced the trick is to show up in person and refuse to leave until satisfied.
We’re expecting an ice storm this week. Maybe once it’s passed I’ll make the trip.
Oh gosh, can you picture how bad Toby’s sleepwalking would be if he knew martial arts as well?!
Would your GP be willing to make a referral for you? If s/he talks to the neuro’s office, you might get an appointment.
She already made a referral. I even dropped her name in one of my messages.
Of course, it’s not like they could help me anyway. I’m not even having any symptoms right now. If anyone did see me they would say that I looked fine and should just go home and quit wasting their time.
Who lives there, the monsters from a Quiet Place?
😆. She might be! She looks like a little Parson’s terrier, but she attacks like something from Hollywood.
Just stopping by with (((HUGS))) for you and gentle PATS and RUBS for Toby!
❤️ 🙂 ❤️ 🙂
Toby says : Woof! and thanks for the pats and rubs! ❤️. At least somebody is thinking of me. Not like mean old mom. She hasn’t posted about me in ages. ☹️
Hope things are supermega happy in your corner of the world!