Frustrated and infuriated, and even dare I say overwhelmed!

 

One of our fur babies, Chance, is under the weather, so I called his vet Thursday and was told he was booked all day with surgeries and was going home at 2 P.M. I was upset, especially when she told me to go to Fort Myers a fifty miles to one hundred miles round trip! I got angry when she said that Hubby has cancer and I have not been able to travel for years due to my spinal stenosis, so I told the woman we should all go to hell? Then she finally said to go to another veterinary hospital, only 3 miles away. I called ahead, and they said to come in that they take walk-ins after nine A.M.

Then I received three emails from the veterinary office, " in PORT CHARLOTTE< FLORIDA

The Animal Clinic <info.tac@yahoo.com>

To:

Thu, Jul 13 at 8:46 AM

Good morning,

Due to your swearing and telling my receptionist 'go to hell', when she was trying to offer options to get your pet seen,  it is felt we can no long offer veterinary services for your pets. I have attached all records so you may seek veterinary care at another facility."

Best regards,
The Animal Clinic

*I never told the receptionist to go to hell, the girl, Mindy, did not listen to me!!! What I said was that we should go to hell, meaning us!!!

I am posting this due to me trying hard to get this straightened out and, no one, got back to me!!! I called and spoke to a British woman, named Jackie and she said she would talk to the receptionist, but never called back!!!

 I just tried again, and it was mentioned to me that I was told I had been arrogant with another person on the desk a year ago, a pregnant woman, huh?

I was also told they had two veterinarians retire,...in my opinion, they were too young to retire and more than likely QUIT!!! We liked Dr. Paul very much, who "retired". But this other doctor now is the ARROGANT ONE, Dr. S!!! ( In my opinion)

MY MUSES are below!

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months and 4 years old, now 5!

    

   

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made. 

I will comply for its fun, so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now five years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am a bit too big, ha! 
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. 
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella, in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie. I might be seven years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as its difficulties. 
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am eight years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes! 

I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes, that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020. 

I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there... 

The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!

The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.  

Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!