Long story short. Took MeMe into the vet for her boosters and another intra-nasal bortadella. When I was paying the bill, I noticed the clerk getting out a rabies tag and asked, "did you administer rabies?" Yep. After me specifically telling the vet tech to only give the booster and bortadella and I'd come back in four weeks for the rabies so that they'd be separated. You should have seen my "super bitch" appear on the scene. After I barked out orders to administer Benedry ASAP, I called her breeder and asked if there was anything else she wanted done to protect MeMe.
What totally fried me was three different employees calling it a "mis-communication" Pardon my french, but, BULL#@$&. It was a mistake - both my girls were with me and knew exactly what I wanted. In fact they were so concerned, they insisted on watching the procedures to "protect" their babies. Buddy was there for a thryoid and other blood tests since the poor guy has gained two pounds in a year despite having his food cut in half and being put on a 30-minute per day exercise program.
Anyway, MeMe's breeder got on the phone and gave them holy heck. I've never had someone blow it so bad with any dog I've ever owned. Now don't get me wrong - the vet is outstanding. He just saved the life of a dog that should have never lived. He was there until 11 PM every night and had a web cam set up to obseve the sick ones when he was at home. So it's just the way I was treated that burns my bacon. Geeze, can't a girl get a break?
I do admit that I finally broke down and on the way home picked up a bottle of champagne. CPS I can handle, but someone messing with my puppy dog is...well...can't say it in polite company.