Settling a Score




This morning  a score was settled. About 3 months ago I walked into the vet’s office with a muzzled 7 year old rescued Chesapeake named Curious. She had been with me less then 24 hours and was there for a check up and shots before going to be fostered. I doubted she needed to wear the muzzle, but knew that no one should risk being bit and that Curious did not need the stigma of having bit someone.

On that day, the vet opened the examining room door and said “a Chessie wearing a muzzle…why am I not surprised?" I could feel my back stiffen as I bit my tongue. I instantly remembered why I had stopped going to this vet, but also remember this was the only place that could take us today.





Curi Jan 13, 2012



Today Curious and I walked into the same vet office. Curious was a much brighter and lighter Chesapeake, who is bound for her new home tomorrow. We came with a box of donuts and cookies for the staff and under the guise of coming to be weighed,  Curious strutted her stuff. She walked in head held high and tail constantly wagging,  on a loose leash, accepting pets and sitting on the scale when asked to. She sat politely while everyone ogled over her. The vet was in surgery, so we thanked everyone for their care and asked if they could please pass Curi's ’ news of a new home,  on to the vet. The whole front office said good luck to Curious and assured me that they would tell the doctor how brilliant she looked and acted.



Now off to  the groomers for a nail trim and brushing before the next chapter in the story of Curious begins.