I woke up this morning to the roll of thunder. Not one of those loud bangs that means it has struck nearby … or worse, struck the house. We have been hit by lightning three times to date, so I’m good with rolling thunder. It’s the violent crack the means we’ve been hit I worry about.

The dogs, on the other hand, are unhappy about any kind of thunder. Rolling or on target. They are also happier without rain. Something about the falling wet stuff puts their big black noses completely out of joint. Mind you, they are fine with cold, heat, and snow. Just not rain.

I needed to get the dogs out the door … and they weren’t going. I got one out, the next one came in. They ran in three directions at the same time and Duke went into a frenzy of fence leaping for no reason I could determine. And then, the clouds opened up and it really started to rain. Very hard.

We had a vet appointment for Duke that same afternoon. He needs a new rabies shot. I’m beginning to think tranquilizers wouldn’t be a bad choice either. I called the vet and agreed I’d call back at around 1:30 if the weather was still dicey.

The sun came out for about two minutes then promptly disappeared again leaving it as close to dark as it ever gets during the day. Another rumble of thunder. I called the number. I explained in detail why we could not make it today. The final point was that the only way we would get Duke into the car would be for Garry to carry and hoist him in — and Garry was not up to the lifting. So I asked for a new appointment.

“I think,” she said, “that you were trying to call your veterinarian.”

“This isn’t the vet?”

“No,” she said. “This is your doctor’s office.”

“Oh.” I thought about that for a minute. “It was nice of you to listen to the whole story.”

“No problem,” she said. “But you probably should call your vet.”

I called the vet. I double checked just to make sure it really was the vet this time. I made an appointment for next week. Same time. Same vet. Same place. Same dog.

I really appreciate that the manager at the doctor’s office listened to the entire spiel before suggesting I call the vet. It made my spiel to the vet much more efficient. Practice makes perfect.

Author: Marilyn Armstrong

Writer, photography, blogger. Previously, technical writer. I am retired and delighted to be so. May I live long and write frequently.

27 thoughts on “WRONG OFFICE”

  1. Storms like that are unusual here in Autumn. Had to laugh at your mistake although if you had done it the other way around it would have been even funnier – calling the vet for a doctors appointment

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    1. I felt really stupid. That she patiently listened to the whole story first. What a patient lady. And I’m pretty long-winded, too.

      We get our worst rainstorms in spring and fall. In winter, it’s blizzards which are really hurricanes with snow. Summer is usually dry.

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  2. Did I ever tell you about the time my mother got a call from the lab where she had sent her stool specimen asking why she had had mailed them her bank deposit? Guess what she had deposited in her bank deposit chute???? True story.

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    1. Okay. That’s worse. But this was pretty funny and every time I got to the doctor, I’m going to hear about it again 🙂 And she was SO polite. I bet the bank wasn’t so polite. Yikes.


  3. I love watching a lightning show from a place I know I’m safe, but am deathly afraid of being outside when the skies may even be threatening a lightning strike. I’ve noticed many people around here seem oddly unfazed by lightning and will continue doing whatever they were doing outside as if it were no big deal…


    1. The times we’ve been hit, it felt like the house was about to blow up. I know you can survive a lightning hit, but I’d rather skip the experience. That is an awful lot of electricity.


  4. We hardly ever get thunder and lightning. After all the trouble I took to sew those body parts together. I’ve practised my maniacal laugh until I’m hoarse, and still no lightning 😦
    Well, I’m off to phone a pizza order in to my car insurance company.

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    1. We’re in that area where the different weather patterns tend to hit each other. That is what makes for all the banging, you see. Cold hits hot, damp hits dry, and whoopee! At least we’re insured for the damage. It tends to take out the computers and oddly enough, the well pump — outside and underground. Apparently that lovely combination of iron and water tickles the lightning gods.

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  5. Still smiling… 🙂 Sunny here again today, but the thunder has been rumbling like crazy here nights. Our well was hit a few years back and that was a nightmare. May the lightening strikes stay a bay for us all. Have a great day! 🙂 XO


    1. Our well was hit about 5 years ago and we had to replace the pump. Again. Which is expensive, so I’m hoping that was also the LAST time! I thought it was just us, but apparently, this is more common than I imagined. It’s the combination of iron + water. Makes a nice target.


      1. I think it’s Elemental, my dear Watson!

        Unlike a gunshot or cracker (that we two legses of diminished sensitivity think sound similar) lightening and it’s associated thunderclap has ionising effects on the surrounding air and earth for hundreds of miles around with the greatest intensity at the groundstrike which animals pick up on and it causes them distress. We might not feel it but the lightening bolt makes a massive instantaneous adjustment to the cloud of positive ions generated in the earth by the negative cloud of electrons in the clouds and air above and dogs seem to be able to detect this disturbance and warn their pack of the ‘danger’ with their barking.


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