The Nori love train keeps chug, chug, chuggin' along.
I'd noticed an anomaly on her shoulder, upper chest, and mid-back area, and in the previous day and a half it seemed to bother her anytime I tugged on her leash or lifted her up by her harness. So early yesterday afternoon my sister and I took her to our regular vet practice as a walk-in. I had to carry the girl in my arms because I'd removed the harness and didn't want to risk putting a collar on her, so the leash was out. We went to the check-in desk, and we were told they weren't accepting walk-ins that day because one of the vets was out, and several of the others, along with many staff, were at a funeral. I told them we really needed to see a vet, and they referred us to another practice they'd been sending their walk-ins to all day. I was familiar with them because in my old cat rescue days I'd dropped off/picked up many kitties there, but I'd never used them for my own pets.
We get to Vet Practice #2, and I left Nori in the car with her auntie, and checked in, giving the staff the brief on my puppy. I waited a loooonnng time (one of THEIR vets was out, too) in the waiting area, but I really liked the vibe--it's a 63-year old practice, definitely Mid Century Modern, complete with terrazzo tile floors, old burnished wood cabinets and display cases, and greenish frosted glass everywhere.
Finally they called my girl's name, I ran out to the car, picked her up and brought her in. The old vet and his tech were pleasant, but not particularly warm. Sis and I described Nori's issue, when it first presented, and my concerns. They nodded, picked her up, and took her into another area, while Sis and I waited in the exam room, looking at all the framed vintage memorabilia from the vet's alma mater (which, coincidentally is also mine) on the walls.
When they returned with Nori, the old vet and his tech were 1000% changed; they were smiling ear-to-ear, were warm and engaging, the whole nine. Then out of the blue old Dr. Vet asked me a million questions about the current status of the University's libraries. Ahhhhh, finally I understood: old Dr. Vet must've read the intake forms, where I noted I was retired from X University Libraries. Then he started reminiscing about the U's chemistry library, and Sis chimed in with her memories (she has 2 Masters degrees and Ph.D from the U as well, also in the medical field). I was thinking "Oh, he totally warmed up to us because of X University--cool!"
But, nah--that helped, but really it was Nori, all Nori. Old Dr. Vet and tech started singing her praises. "What a great dog she is!" "You say somebody threw her out of a rolling car--how terrible!" "I think your Dad's physical therapist may be right, I can see Heeler in the dog, but it's mostly American Lab, with a tiny bit of pit in the muzzle." "I could tell those areas on her skin hurt when I probed them, but what a trouper she is!" "We trimmed and filed her nails for you--hope that's OK!"
Vet left, then returned with a huge paper bag. He'd told us about the prescription wash, spray, ointment, and pain meds, but no way those needed such a large bag. When he left again we looked inside: it was chockful of doggy treats, expen$ive prescription food samples, and even a few toys! Tech said "Oh, I forgot to get Nori's weight--we'll be right back."
She returned a few minutes later, face glowing, Nori's arms wrapped around her neck. She started to put her back down on the table, but instead hugged the dog even tighter, rocking her back and forth: "Not even lying, I think this is the SWEETEST DOG EVER! Y'all are keeping her, right? Because she's amazing; you'd never know she had been thrown away without a care, she's just alllll love! Doc says she should be re-checked in 10 days--you're gonna come back, right?" Nori kept licking tech's face, then gave her a low "Root-Rooooooo!" Tech practically FLOATED out.
I think we've found Nori's new vet.