Here is the building. First, you have to follow these little plastic signs stuck on the corners of several streets with arrows pointing to the office. It was as if nobody really wanted you to be able to see what it looked like from a distance. There was not a soul in the parking lot. The shrubs and flower beds were filled with dead things. It looked like an abandoned building.
The inside also left something to be desired. There was nobody inside except for the one receptionist and apparently the one vet. This was on the front desk and I thought it was a microwave, but upon further inspection I realized it was an ancient radio with dials.
To put the labels on these files they use a typewriter....that is right....an actual click, click, click, ding....typewriter.
And if first impressions in the waiting room were not enough, the Dr. came around the corner and I thought, "Oh my, where have I come?" This guy looked like Dr. Frankenstein for dogs. He was a VERY large middle aged man, with raggedy scrubs on. When we got back to the exam room I saw his face closer and the guy had a BLACK EYE! A black eye! The whole left side of his face was yellow and blue.
This is a picture of the shelves in the room. They were extremely junky with crap all over them. Note the dirty spray bottle with the word "Roccal" written on it in the bottom left corner of the picture. What in the world is in that nasty bottle?
The man was nice and he was sweet with Cali. We got out of there alive and only paid $50 to do it. I appreciate the price, but I am just not sure whether it was worth it.
1 comments:
no Cali picture?! If you're going to do a vet post, I'm going to need a Cal-dog picture. :)Poor Little Girl.
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