If you live anywhere in Southern Ontario, then there’s a pretty good chance that you too experienced the freezing rain extravaganza that was our weather yesterday. It started off pretty innocuously but by mid-afternoon and onward it was a straight-up gross-fest. I had spent my day avoiding the roads as much as possible (my single outing to the College to teach for a couple of hours was an all-too harrowing affair for my liking) but, as my luck would have it, an evening spent cozied up on the couch was not in the cards.
You see, it was time for Jasper’s annual check-up, which meant that not only did I have to actually drive in all that miserable weather (to the next town over, no less!) but that I had yet another hefty vet bill coming my way.
This was our third trip to the vet in the last two months. First, Jasper was neutered at the very end of November – a long over-due ordeal that came with a $400 price tag. Yay! Then, at the beginning of January, I let the beast inside after his morning tear around the yard and noticed that something wasn’t quite right…
A couple of frantic messages and Google searches later and I figured it was probably a good idea for Jasper and his eye to see the vet. After a great deal of ocular prodding, it turned out that Jasper’s Bowie-like condition was the result of him most likely getting shanked with something in the eye while he was crashing through the bushes that morning. A prescription for a steroid ointment and $130 later and we were on our way.
This brings us to his check-up yesterday; the only reason we normally visit the vet. After braving the roads we (which is to say, the dog) were dealt a round of shots, a physical exam and some routine tests before being awarded a shiny new rabies tag. Oh, and another $130 bill (for me, not the dog).
Now, maybe you’re starting to think that this is a blog post about me complaining. Dogs are expensive! Life is hard! WAH.
Well of course dogs are expensive – they’re living creatures that require routine health care (among other things that also cost money). Paying your vet bills is part of responsible pet ownership. Get over it.
Which is what, ultimately, this post is actually all about. I thought about it a lot on the drive back from the vet last night: about how I hate paying bills of any kind but don’t think twice about paying for Jasper’s (and getting him the treatment he needs, as opposed to how I treat myself – I avoid visiting my doc unless it’s unquestionably necessary) and about how I really did not want to be on the roads that night but PRIORITIES, MAN! GET OUTTA MY WAY!
I like to think that this is a positive part of growing-up – that rising up to one’s responsibilities becomes easier to do as we get comfortable with our adultness. Maybe selflessness starts to come a little bit more naturally when we start to get our priorities straight.
Then again, I could just be someone who really loves my dog.
I guess we’ll see!
What about you? Have you found that you’re more genuinely willing to take on your responsibilities and priorities as you get older? Or maybe you’ve just always been an exceptionally responsible person (go ahead – rub it in). Or maybe you’re not responsible at all! Whatever the case may be, tell me your stories. Being an adult is weird so let’s wallow in that fact together.