.. well, maybe not that extreme. 'Two-thousand dollar doggy' would be more appropriate.
Emergency veterinary clinics are pure evil, plain and simple. They know you have no other choice at 8pm on a Sunday night, they know that your regular vet isn't open 24-hours and cannot offer round-the-clock attention, they know you love your dog and want them to be happy and healthy, and they take advantage of all of these things. There is nobody to regulate these places, so they charge us whatever they please and leave us no choice.
And really, I think having a sick kid is way easier than having a sick dog. At least the kid can tell you what's wrong to some extent. I feel so awful every time I have to take Sienna to the vet's office... sometimes I think it may be more painful for me than her. I cry like a baby every time they take her temperature and I have to hold her head still while she whines. Guaranteed waterworks.
The short story is, Sienna is fine now. There were some really scary episodes of a very unhappy puppy tummy, some big messes to clean up, and lots of medications, 24-hour IVs, injections, and two nights of residence in the emergency clinic. She was quite sick, and dangerously dehydrated as a result. As far as we can tell, she didn't eat anything funny and we have no idea what was the cause of her horribly irritated stomach (technically, it was gastroenteritis). But she's been home for some time now, and after a day of recovering from the trauma of her sleepovers at the hospital, she's completely back to her old self again. The only sign that anything happened at all are the two shaved patches of fur on her front legs (which I'm pretty sure she's embarrassed by-- trust me, you can just tell).
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