I’d like to tell you about a rather strange day I had. It was when we were living in Spain, it was just a few days after we arrived there to be accurate.
It was late on a Sunday evening when my paw suddenly swelled up. It was so large that my bipeds could see it was swollen as soon as I waved it at them to tell them I had a problem. They decided I should see the vet first thing in the morning, but we didn’t yet have a vet. Most of the vets listed were a long way away, but they found one listed in a small town about twenty minutes away and agreed that’s where we would go.
They then set about writing down everything about me and my paw. This was because their ears hadn’t yet adjusted to the local accent where we were and they were finding it a bit of a strain to hold a conversation. It also meant they could look up the difficult words in their trusty English to Spanish dictionary!
They sat down with an A4 pad of paper. They put down the basics – my name, age, weight, breed. Then they listed the details of my latest vaccinations. The next thing they wrote down was that my paw was swollen. Talk about stating the obvious – it was twice its normal size, so the vet should be able to see that! Then they began on the events leading up to my paw swelling up. I grazed my paw while we were travelling in France, but I’d had a problem with a sharp seed getting stuck in my paw a few months before we left England and I’d needed antibiotics.
The bipeds thought the vet should know all about this. They listed everything in date order – the medication, the doses, the dates the vet had seen me. Then they put down when I’d grazed my paw and how they’d cleaned it and bandaged it. They noted when it had healed up. By the time they’d finished they had covered three sheets of A4 paper. It’s a good thing I’m healthy, or they’d have written a book. A book about me – now that’s an idea!
We set off the next morning and found the address. My bipeds looked puzzled and checked the address against the one in the booklet they had of local services a few times. We seemed to have the correct address, but we had arrived at a shop that sold office supplies! My bipeds were talking about what to do next when a man stopped and asked if we were lost. My bipeds showed him the address we were looking for and asked if we had the correct place. He said that the address was correct.
They told him it was listed as a veterinary clinic and that’s what they were looking for. He said it had been office supplies for a few years now. He also said it had never been a veterinary clinic as far as he could remember and he had lived in the town his whole life. My bipeds thanked him and said we had a long drive ahead of us to find a vet.
The man then said, “No. I know where you need to go.”
He directed us to a street not far away and told us it was the door right on the corner and gave us a man’s name. We found it without any trouble. The front door was wide open, but we couldn’t see a sign. We went in and along a corridor till we came to the first door. It had the name on it that we had been given, so my bipeds knocked.
A man’s voice called, “Come in!”
My bipeds opened the door and in we went. There was a man in a suit sitting behind a desk. His eyes widened when he saw me and my bipeds seemed as surprised as he was. After a few moments the man asked how he could help. My bipeds explained that we were looking for a local vet and had been sent here.
The man smiled and said, “I do know a very good vet not too far away!”
He asked if we could get to a village about fifteen minutes away and my bipeds said we could. He then took some details about me and made a phone call. When he put the phone down, he said the vet could see us. He drew a small map for my bipeds and wrote down the name and telephone number of the vet.
My bipeds thanked him and we left his office. On the way out, we saw that there was a small sign on the front door. We had been in the local office of the Spanish equivalent of the Ministry of Agriculture!
We got back into the car and set off on the next stage of our adventures, but I’ll tell you about that another time.
See you next Wednesday!