Perhaps, like me, you were surprised to learn that dogs (cats too and, for all I know, gerbils, reptiles, and kangaroos) now can get health insurance. Granted it's not Tufts PPO or Blue Cross but if you have an old ailing dog, dang if it isn't worth it. So poor Ms. Belle, our 13-year-old Golden Retriever, is suffering from certain afflictions endemic to old age, namely arthritis. And she's got an underactive thyroid, which is helped by medication. The first round of NSAIDS to treat the arthritis helped a bit but they are tough on her old gut. So now we've moved to Tramadol, which must be procured from, yup, the local pharmacy.
When I went to pick up the prescription yesterday, they said I'd have to wait a bit.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"No, it's just that Belle isn't in the computer," said the pharmacist.
(Good thing, I thought. Belle literally IN the computer might be trouble.)
Well, now she is and her Rx bottle came marked "Dog Belle Lipnack."
