I’m a good enough dog person that I never miss Honey’s annual wellness vet visit.
But I’m a bad enough dog person that she doesn’t look as sparkly as she should.
Guilt goes to the vet.
Neglecting the Dog
We’re coming down to our last week in the house.
We’re trying to say goodbye to friends. I have a bunch of furniture I’m hoping the auction house will have room for on their truck next week (if not, we’ll have an exciting, last-minute scramble).
I’m holding an online yard sale and shipping things all over the continent.
I’m shopping for boats online.
Oh, and I’m neglecting the dog.
Not the really important stuff. We had a long, lovely off-leash walk yesterday. And Honey gets yummy meals twice a day. And occasional healthy snacks.
But she’s looking pretty un-groomed. I even found a mat under her leg the other day. And her nails are way too long.
Our vet is wonderful. And she always tells me how healthy and fit Honey looks.
But I always worry that this time I’ll hear I haven’t been taking good enough care of her.
It’s the guilt speaking.
Hold On A Little Longer
Moving is one of the most stressful things most people do.
I’ve moved many times and consider myself pretty good at it.
In our younger days, my husband and I decided to save money by splitting a U-Haul truck with a friend. We moved ourselves from a third floor walk-up to our new house in the morning and our friend from his third floor walk-up to a basement apartment that afternoon.
But the extra part of trying to get rid of everything, not just move it, is adding complications. Besides figuring out what to save for the boat we don’t even own yet.
In a week or so, we’ll be out of the house.
I have no idea what’s ahead of me.
But I know it will include lots of grooming, a pet-icure, and lots of long walks—probably in marinas.
Unless the vet seizes Honey for foster care because I’m neglecting her too much.
Your Turn: Do you worry or feel guilt when you visit the vet for a routine visit?