My dog is a medical alert dog. I have a super rare illness that causes me to go into anaphylactic shock for no reason, I'm not allergic to anything, it just happens, and it happens very very fast. Tuc... Read More
My dog is a medical alert dog. I have a super rare illness that causes me to go into anaphylactic shock for no reason, I'm not allergic to anything, it just happens, and it happens very very fast. Tucker is my ONLY defense to it as he can sense when it's going to happen, and he warns me by bringing me my epipen and steroid injections. He is literally the only reason I'm alive today. But more then that, he's my baby. This guy means more to me then I can ever find words for, and not only would I not be here without him, I wouldn't want to be. I have pretty intense depression and Tucker is the only reason I get out of bed and face the day. To put it bluntly, I made him a promise that as long as he was still living I would do everything I could to make sure I was too, but the day he goes, I will go with him. No hesitation, and as quickly as possible. I'm telling you this in a feeble attempt to convey how much Tucker means to me, so you can understand that I may be a difficult 'parent of the patient'. I ask a lot of questions. I'm very concerned about medications, chemicals, and I know Tucker very well, so I know when he's not himself. I own it that I can be annoying, but the staff here couldn't have handled it worse. The vet couldn't answer any of my questions about negative reactions, or statistics in saftey for getting rid of flea (my baby got FLEAS?!? I was in a panic) But more then that she didn't even attempt to hide her annoyance at the fact that I was even asking questions, like she very much expected me to dump chemicals all over my dog without so much as blinking as she was so 'above' the fact that I wanted to know the risks, if there was a way to undo the treatment if he had a reaction, where the nearest 24/7 emergency vet was (she told me the receptionist could give me that information) and the more questions I had, the worse it got, ending with her failed attempt to hide her rolling her eyes as she left the room several times, and audiable 'huffs' of exasperation. Because I hadn't just come for the fleas, I'd moved and needed Tucker's regular medication refilled, as well as some shots. (The vet once again couldn't contain her irritation at my request to sit in the waiting room for 30-45 minutes after my appointment to make sure he didn't react to the vaccines, as he had a reaction to one once before) Also, I bring him everywhere I go and he has TERRIBLE car anxiety, not to mention separation anxiety, acid reflux, and intense seasonal skin allergies. She didn't want to refill his medications that I gave him for long car rides, she wanted to put him on a daily medication, like doggy Prozac, and couldn't for the life of herself seem to understand why I couldn't risk it potentially making him cloudy and messing with his head and not being able to sense me getting sick. She did eventually refill it, along with his skin mess, but I left there in tears. I really probably shouldn't be writing this since although I've met with several other vets, I've yet to find a new one and I have to go back here for him, and I wouldn't be surprised if they 'accidentally' gave him the wrong booster vaccine, or treated him badly, or fought me on staying in the room. The exception being the girl at the front desk who was wonderful and kind and patient and did her best to undo my bad day, by jumping on google and finding everything she could as far as side effects, testing phases, customer complaints and statistics on everything I'd been given, and coming out to hug me and hand me some tissues. I'd give her 5 stars. If you're not looking for a vet you can develop a solid relationship with and just need someone to do the bare minimal and rush you out (some people sadly are fine with this) then this is your vet. If you're pet is like a four legged child to you and you need to feel safe and that they love animals with a passion, trust me, there is no passion, or compassion, or love in this building.Read Less