Doggy Doc Disaster

Today I'm commenting on the veterinary clinic Wild Bill insists on using.  They have several handicap parking spaces just outside the front door of the waiting area, but the actual exam rooms are down a flight of stairs. No ramp, no elevator, just stairs. I guess the owner of the clinic doesn't feel that elderly and/or handicapped people are entitled to talk to the vet directly when they bring their pet in for an exam, or to hold their beloved friends in their final moments before they leave for the Rainbow Bridge. But mostly I feel for the older, large dogs who are prone to hip problems.

I had hoped that when we moved up to Harrison, we'd transfer our pet care to the vet just two miles down the road from us. Close by, well thought of by the locals, a vet I'd used in the past and been satisfied with. However Wild Bill had taken his first dog there once, about 18 years ago, and didn't like him. *facepalm*