Day Three: “If you don’t take care of your body, where are you going to live?”

Jason and I have gone to College Station the last three weekends in a row, so today was the first time in a very long time that I got to sleep late. . . and I took advantage of it! I didn’t get up until almost nine, and then lingered over coffee. It’s nice when Claudia’s home because all four of us tend to hang out in the kitchen and catch up. I didn’t make my breakfast smoothie until 11! This morning it was a Blueberry Sweet Potato Smoothie–baked sweet potato, blueberries, baby spinach almond butter, protein powder, and skim milk. I have to admit, I didn’t like it at all when I first tasted it. The brownish-grey color didn’t help either. I added a truvia and a dash of vanilla, and voila! it was fine (not good, but fine.) Jason thought the same about his, so we won’t be repeating this recipe!

Day Three Smoothie
Not my favorite smoothie.

The girls ditched us early in the afternoon to go shopping. I wanted to walk to the nail salon, but Jason talked me out of it. He was right. Putting on tennis shoes to walk back home would ruin my pedicure, and wearing flip flops would kill my feet. So we drove.

Day Three Fam
My favorite girls.

We tried Legend Nails for the first time. It is in the new H.E.B. shopping center. The lovely lady who did my nails was Elaine, and she was fabulous! I got the deluxe pedicure, and she took so much time massaging my legs that I almost fell asleep I was so relaxed. After she finished my manicure, she even massaged my neck and shoulders before I left. This may be my new favorite place!

Day Three Lengend Nails
My new favorite nail salon.

Lunch was steamed green beans, some barley cooked with mushrooms and kale, and some roasted turkey breast. Although it takes a little time to prepare lunch now, it is well worth it! I feel better about myself eating good food. A week ago, I would have picked up fast food for lunch, eaten too much, and felt overfull afterward. This feels right.

I ran errands after lunch (I had such a late start to my day, lunch was actually at around 3:00 pm!) I went to Target, Walgreens, and H.E.B. By the time I was done, it was around 5:30, and I felt very hungry. When I got home I ate two boiled eggs for a snack.

I don’t think Jason ate much of anything other than the smoothie I fixed him for breakfast and some boiled eggs for a snack, so around 7:30, he was starving. I was cleaning house, so he grabbed the recipe and fixed dinner. He marinated the chicken with orange juice and red pepper flakes and started the grill. By the time the chicken was cooked, and he had finished preparing a plum and walnut relish to go with it, it was almost 9 pm. I actually wasn’t very hungry, so I had plenty left to put away for tomorrow’s lunch. The citrus marinade for the chicken was good, but I think it would have been better if we had left it to soak a little longer. The relish was wonderful, and I will make it again. I look forward to having some for lunch tomorrow.

Even though we didn’t walk to the nail salon and back, I stayed busy all day running errands and cleaning house, so I still managed to log my 10,000 steps on my fit bit.

Tomorrow is mother’s day. Part of my plan was to rest and rejuvenate on Sundays. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Day Three Dinner

A light, but satisfying, dinner.

DAY TWO: “Yes, I’m trying to eat healthy. No, I’m not on a diet.”

I hate the word “diet.” Eating food that nourishes your body and provides the energy you need without dragging you down with “extras” is not a diet. It’s a lifestyle of making good choices. I have been pretty good about making choices that nourish my heart, my brain, and my soul. Now, it’s time to nourish the rest of my body.

I woke up feeling a little sore this morning. In a good way. I’m feeling a slight twinge in muscles that I had forgotten about. It reminds me that I did a good thing for myself yesterday and I can do it again today.

I’ve had a pretty good morning routine for quite a while now. There’s no need to change that. When I first wake up, I drink a big (16 oz) glass of water. By drink, I mean chug. Sometimes I have a second one, but not always. Then I sit down at my kitchen island with The Facts newspaper and savor two cups of coffee. Isabella gets me a new coffee mug every year for Christmas and each mug is covered with a mosaic of family photos. I love my coffee and my coffee mugs. The faces of my family watch over me in the morning as I learn about the goings on of Brazoria County. . . who died, who got married, who had a baby, what events will be going on this weekend. . . I take it all in and think about this community and the people I love.

After my coffee, I had a cup of Greek yogurt with a half cup of blueberries, a little honey, and some chopped almonds on top. It was delicious. Before I left for work, I boiled some eggs to have ready for my snack. I took my lunch (remember I saved half of my Turkey Avocado Cobb Salad from last night) and two boiled eggs to work with me. My breakfast didn’t tide me over that long, and I found that I was very hungry by noon but my lunch was very satisfying and filling. I had to run some errands in the afternoon, but instead of stopping for fast food when I got hungry, I ate the two boiled eggs while I was in my car.

Claudia came home from College Station today. When she got home around 6, Jason and I were preparing dinner. He broiled salmon and steamed some green beans while I prepared a warm kale and barley salad with dill. All four of us enjoyed dinner, but I didn’t have enough to put aside for tomorrow. Since tomorrow is Saturday, I should be able to scrounge together a good lunch any way.

After dinner, Jason and I took a long walk around our neighborhood. We walked about three miles, not too fast but not too slow either. We both grew up in the neighborhood, so we enjoyed re-telling some of our childhood stories. . . we laughed about the day he decided that he had had enough of day care (back then it was called Candy Cane Cottage) and walked himself home in the middle of the day. We marveled at some of the things we drive by every day, but never seem to notice. . . mainly all of the colossal old oak trees standing guard over the old neighborhoods.

It’s close to bed time now. I’m not hungry at all. It’s been a good day.

Day One Update

New Month

I was going to start this challenge on May 1. . . but somehow the calendar page went from from May Day to Cinco de Mayo already. . . my how time flies. It seems like I went from sweatshirts and yoga pants to tanks and athletic shorts in a single day. There’s no disputing it though, Spring is here. The oak pollen and ligustrum blooms have announced Spring’s arrival very clearly to me.

I did a good job with my challenge today. Of course the first day is the easiest. I started this morning with a Pear Spinach smoothie. It surprised me. . . I actually liked it. Last night, I left the blender out on the counter and had all my ingredients either on the counter or the door of the fridge. So when I started feeling a little hungry, it was easy to whip something up. Diced pear, baby spinach, almond butter, skim milk, and a packet of truvia. That’s it. And I liked it. So there. Done.

Pear Spinach Smoothie

I always start with a bang, so I did about half an hour of strength training this morning. That’s all. I don’t want to bang too much too fast! Lunch was a cup of low fat cottage cheese, watermelon, and those things that look like little smokies are actually carrots steamed in cinnamon.  I hardly believe this myself, but I was uncomfortably full after eating this. Yeah, I know, that don’t seem right. But it’s true.

Day One Lunch

Mid-Afternoon, I was really wanting something salty, so I had 24 roasted and salted almonds. Yes. Twenty-four. I counted them.

Dinner was a Turkey Avocado Cobb Salad. I ate half of it and the other half is in this nice tupperware ready for tomorrow’s lunch. I have also been drinking lots of water, but I still had a 32 oz. diet coke mid-day (my big indulgence!)

Day One Dinner

When Jason got home, we took a nice evening stroll around our neighborhood. We walked away from home for about fifteen minutes and then walked back for a total of a half hour. We saw lots of cats but not the one I was looking for. I’m going to check the shelter for him tomorrow. All in all, it’s been a good day. I stuck to the plan. I didn’t really miss anything or have any cravings. I got a lot of work done (I worked at home today with that goal in mind), and I’m ready for tomorrow.


DAY ONE: “Every accomplishment starts with the decision to try.” – Author Unknown

I started a 21-Day Transformation Challenge today. I’m going to share my progress here to try to keep myself accountable.

What’s a 21-Day Transformation Challenge? For 21-Days (the amount of time it takes to create a habit), I will:

  1. Eat clean (I’ll share my meals with you–well, not really–I’m going to eat the whole meal by myself. But I’ll let you know what I’m eating and whether I like it.)
  2. Walk 30 minutes/day at least 6 days/week. (One of my “community” cats hasn’t been hanging around for a while, so I’ll take advantage of the walking time to look for him. I’ll keep you updated on that as well.)
  3. Strength train 3/days/week. (This will be the hardest part for me. I am certifiably lazy when it comes to exercise. I have faked asthma attacks to get out of working out before.)

Would you like to join me? Sign up at and we can track our progress together.

Why am I doing this? I’m tired of being tired. My family is tired of me being grouchy and stressed out all the time. I’m crowding fifty, and I want this body to work for me for another fifty years. I’m also wearing a butt-print indention into the bar stool where I sit all day many days, so this will be a kindness to my furniture.

I know from past experience that when I eat better and exercise, I also sleep better, feel better, and become more productive. So there it is and here I am. Starting over again. Of course, I hope that an added benefit is that my clothes will fit better again too!

Check back with me and cheer me on. Let me know if you need me to cheer for you as well. We humans share this world together and breathe the same air. We should at least try to help each other out when we can, right?

Talk to you later, friend.

Moments of Grace

Something beautiful happened this morning.

I received a short video clip from a stranger.

The video starts inside the house. A toddler in a t-shirt and underpants is standing with his dog, Max. Max looks much like any other loved pet. Eyes fixed lovingly on the little boy, tail wagging, following the child out the door. The boy’s hand rests gently on the big dog’s back. There is another child in the video, a little girl holding her blanket. The children and Max walk outside onto the deck, down a sidewalk, and onto the driveway. The woman behind the camera is gently coaxing them. Max is on a leash held by the little boy. They have done this many times before.

When they get to the car parked in the driveway, the woman gently instructs them, “the back seat, boo, put him in the back seat.” Max is listening and turns at the sound of the woman’s voice. His face is very swollen, he’s too thin, every rib showing. His tail wags happily, and when the little boy opens the back door, Max jumps in expectantly. He loves to go on car rides. They have done this many times before.

My throat swells and tears begin to well in my eyes. I blink them back, but they start falling any way. They have done this many times before.

The woman says, “I love you very much.” I’m not sure if she’s talking to the little boy or to Max, but I’m certain that she does love them both very much. She has told them so many times before.

But this will be the last time. The last time Max will go on a car ride. The last time the little boy will walk him on a leash. The last time the woman will tell Max that she loves him. Max is very sick. Today, the woman is going to lovingly let Max go.

I don’t know this family. I have never met Max. Why did this woman send me this video this morning?

Well. . . about a month ago, this woman contacted me. Max had been sick. They had done all they could for him, but they were out of money, they needed help and they didn’t know where to turn. I made arrangements for  veterinary care for Max. They were able to keep him a little while longer. They were able to  love him a little while longer.

She sent me the video this morning because she wanted me to see what I had given them.

“I know he doesn’t realize it yet but the bear (the boy in the video) will grow up and realize that he got extra time with his best buddy because of you and the SPCA and I’ll never forget that fact and bring you a bag full of shoes and when I come down this weekend I’m going to bring some canned food to you all tell me what else you need and I’ll do my best to bring it to you.”

My answer to her, “You have already given me more than you will ever know.”

Small, quiet moments of grace. . .

Borrowed time to love without compromise. . .

A gentle good-bye. . .

A boy and his dog.





Do something you’ve always wanted to do today. . .

If it’s big. . . start planning the framework now. Figure out the small steps you need to take, when you need to take them, and then start walking in that direction.

If it’s small. . . just do it. Do it now.

Today, I am working on some big plans. Something I have always wanted to do–I am working with a group of like-minded people to start providing FREE spay/neuter services to people in Freeport. It will take us a little time to figure out how to best make it work, but we will get there some day by starting today.

I am also doing some small things today: I started back on my FitBit tracking so that I can take better care of this body I need to live in for what I hope will be a long time to come. I need to eat, sleep, and exercise better so that I can be healthier for those I am here to serve. Major changes in lifestyle start with a single step, so I took that step today. I will take it day by day and try to do better each day.

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Change is Hard

November 25, 2014.

That day was 482 days ago. It is an important date to me. It is the last day that an animal died at the SPCA of Brazoria County for no good reason. I am proud that I can honestly say that the homeless pets who find themselves at the SPCA-BC are only euthanized if they are sick or injured beyond any reasonable ability to save them or if they are so aggressive that there is not a reasonable chance of rehabilitation.

Euthanasia is Greek for “good death.” Killing an animal for no reason is not a good death. . . it is killing. I became Executive Director of the SPCA of Brazoria County on New Year’s Day of 2013 because I was compelled to do something to stop the killing of animals who deserved to live. I decided to make a difference.

I did not do this alone. Change is hard, and there is only one staff member still at the SPCA-BC who was there when I started. Thank you, Susan Willard, for being by my side and carrying part of my burden on this hard journey.

I did not do this alone. Change is hard, and my family has suffered through my tears, my absence, my insomnia, my irritability, my distraction. They have supported me unwaveringly. They volunteer, they donate, they pray, they love. They give me a peaceful place to retreat.

I did not do this alone. I am honored to work beside the most passionate people I have ever had the pleasure to know. Our shelter team is the best you will find anywhere. They work long, hard hours and sometimes see the things that your worst nightmares are made of. But they keep going, driven by their conviction that what they do is good and the pets they save are worthy.

I did not do this alone. Our community has stepped up in ways that I never could have imagined. Volunteers, Fosters, Donors, Networkers, Rescuers. We walk this path together because every single wet nose is deserving of all that we have to give. We laugh together, we cry together, we get angry together, and we support each other. We have to because change is hard. But the rewards are magnificent. So we also celebrate together.

I did not do this alone, and I will not continue this alone. We have only completed the very beginning of our journey. We still have much to do. Pets in Brazoria County are still being killed for no good reason.

Please walk with me the rest of the way. Animals shouldn’t die for nothing. Life means something. Let’s do this together. Because they are worth it.


She was a Stupid Girl. A Stupid, Stupid Girl.

Purchased Girl with Dog

She was a stupid girl. It was 1989 and she was starting her Junior year of college. She was done with three semesters in a dorm and one really bad semester in the sorority house, and now, finally, she was moving into an apartment of her own. Freedom and independence at last! Her own apartment! Of course, she had a roommate, but they got along great, this was going to be FUN.

Stupid Girl was feeling the independence. She had already tackled a lot of responsibility in her life, and she was ready for this. People called her “mature for her age.” She was taking care of herself now (well, with funding from her parents), and she thought, “wouldn’t it be great to get a puppy?” She had grown up with pets. What could go wrong?

The first Sunday after moving in with her new roommate in their new apartment, Stupid Girl went to the convenience store around the corner and picked up a Sunday newspaper. “FREE PETS.” There were at least a dozen ads. She skimmed them, and her eye was drawn to one, “FREE PUPPIES. Six weeks old. Half Lab/Half Shepherd. Must go today.” She hopped in her car and headed right over to the listed location. She didn’t think about what that meant. She didn’t ask what “must go today” meant. She didn’t question anything. . . she wanted a puppy, and these were FREE. . . right at her price point.

And boy, were they cute! When she arrived a whole batch of fluffy littles ran from the backyard and down the driveway to meet her. They were muddy, but oh! the puppy breath. She scooped up the runt and cuddled him. She decided that she now believed in love at first sight, because this was definitely true love! Once she picked up that furry little bundle, she didn’t want to put him down, so she didn’t. The transaction was quick and painless. She didn’t ask any questions, and the people giving the puppy away didn’t offer any information. Stupid Girl just decided she wanted him, so she took him.

He was cute. There’s no denying that. Stupid Girl’s roommate was instantly enamored as well. Suddenly, Stupid Girl’s puppy became “our puppy,” and the two stupid girls cuddled and played with him all day and into the night. That night, he cuddled into bed with Stupid Girl, and she fell asleep to the wonderful scent of puppy breath in her face.

The next morning, she woke up, and the puppy had jumped down, or fell off of, the bed. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and looked around for him. She found him curled up inside one of her shoes. . . wedged into it. . . he was a perfect fit, and so she named him Little Shoe. Little Shoe was small and fuzzy and adorable. So adorable that the puddle and pile on the floor didn’t really bother Stupid Girl. She would train him later. Right now he was too cute to discipline. How could anyone be angry at such a little cutie-pie?

Little Shoe grew. Stupid Girl hadn’t asked to see the puppy’s parents, so she wasn’t really sure how big he might get. And although she had grown up with pets, she had never really cared for one by herself. Stupid Girl didn’t know that puppies needed to be trained and socialized. She didn’t know that they needed vaccinations and veterinary visits even if they don’t seem sick. She didn’t know that they need a LOT of exercise. And discipline.

Little Shoe had a lot in common with Stupid Girl’s roommate. They both loved leather. Unfortunately RoomMate loved to wear it and Little Shoe loved to eat it. RoomMate began to hate Little Shoe. She demanded that Stupid Girl get rid of That Stupid Mutt. Stupid Girl loved Little Shoe though. She really did. She was just a Stupid Girl and didn’t know what to do. So she locked Little Shoe in her room when she wasn’t at home so that he couldn’t eat RoomMate’s shoes.

Poor Shoe. (They had dropped the “Little” as it no longer applied.) Shoe was growing up. He weighed in around 45-50 pounds and didn’t seem to be quite done growing. He spent his days in Stupid Girl’s room, but he was getting bored and lonely hanging out all by himself all day every day. He wanted desperately to be outside, but Stupid Girl lived in an apartment with no yard . . . but it did have a tree. Shoe needed fresh air and sunshine. Besides, he was starting to chew a hole through her bedroom door. And when he wasn’t confined to the bedroom, he would dart out the front door each time he had the opportunity. And when he darted, he REALLY darted. Stupid Girl at least knew to put an id tag on him. When he got away from her, sometimes Stupid Girl would get a call from someone who had found him miles and miles away. She would drive across town to retrieve him. She really did love this dog.

But living in the bedroom of an apartment wasn’t working out well for Shoe. Stupid Girl bought Shoe a sturdy collar and a tie out cable. She tied Shoe to the tree. She bought him a nice dog house. She put a big bucket of water and a bowl of food by the tree. She left for the day. And this went on. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. . . and Shoe lived tied to the tree anytime Stupid Girl had to leave him.

Shoe was sad. Shoe was alone. It rained sometimes and he didn’t like the dog house so he sat in the rain. Most days he knocked his water bucket over. A lot of days fire ants got into his food. The days were long, and Shoe was bored. He would walk around the tree for exercise, but his cable would wind around the tree until he was completely wound up, and his head could only move a few inches from the tree. Sometimes the fire ants got on him and bit him, but he couldn’t move away from them. Most of the day he barked. And barked. And barked. And some days he howled.

Stupid Girl didn’t realize how sad Shoe was. After all, she was a stupid girl. When she came home each evening, she brought Shoe inside. They cuddled on the couch while she relaxed or studied. She shared her dinner with him. A lot of times they would go for walks. They went to the park where Shoe met other dogs and chased the ducks. They sat outside on the patios of restaurants and hung out in the afternoons. They went for car rides and stopped at Whataburger for French fries and chocolate shakes. When Stupid Girl was with him, Shoe was happy. Life was good. They loved each other.

But not everyone loved Shoe. Stupid Girl had to hide from her neighbors now. They were tired of the pathetic and noisy dog tied to the tree. Stupid Girl had a boyfriend, and he was tired of helping her find Shoe when he got out and ran away. Shoe got out a few times and was picked up by the dog catcher. Each time Stupid Girl picked him up at the pound, the fine got higher. On the third time, she didn’t have enough money to get him out, so she and her boyfriend climbed a fence and sprung him out of doggy jail. No one but Stupid Girl really liked Shoe much at all. Remember, Stupid Girl didn’t know she needed to train him, discipline him, and socialize him while he was still a puppy. Now Shoe was a very big dog with no manners. He jumped on people to greet them. He was no longer cute and adorable. He was just very mutt-like.

The Fall semester ended, and then the Spring semester ended, and then the first Summer semester ended, and now Shoe was almost a year old. Stupid Girl planned to spend time at home during the second Summer semester, so it was time for Shoe to meet Stupid Girl’s parents.

Stupid Girl’s parents liked animals, so they liked Shoe. But they didn’t raise Stupid Girl to be so stupid, so they didn’t approve of her Stupid Girl ways. Didn’t she know she wasn’t ready for the responsibility of a dog? She was just now learning to be responsible for herself. She was not in a good place in her life to try to care for another creature. And why hasn’t he been house trained? And why hasn’t he been to a vet? And why is our daughter being so stupid, when we know that she is actually smart? Stupid Girl’s parents were baffled.

Shoe was baffled too. He wasn’t allowed in the house now because he wasn’t house trained and he jumped on people and chewed on furniture. Stupid Girl’s family had a very big back yard, but not big enough for Shoe. He learned to climb the fences. He enjoyed going across the street to bark at the neighbor’s hunting dogs in their kennels. The neighbor was nice the first few times, but then he got tired of Shoe too, and told Stupid Girl’s parents that if That Dog came into his yard again, he would shoot him. Stupid Girl’s parents reinforced the fence and added an electric wire around it. Shoe turned his boredom in other directions. He ripped the screen door off the house and chewed it to pieces. He ran tracks around the fence. He re-landscaped the yard and created mud hollows to wallow in. He chased the family cat. Then, one day, he killed the family cat.

It was time for him to go. Stupid Girl was very sad. Heartbroken, actually. She loved Shoe. And he loved her. But Stupid Girl couldn’t care for Shoe properly. The next Sunday afternoon, some nice people who lived out in the country showed up at the house. They had the newspaper in their hands with the “FREE DOG” ad circled in red. Shoe was muddy and he greeted the people enthusiastically with muddy paw prints planted firmly on their chests. But they were nice people who loved dogs. It seemed like a perfect match. They took Shoe home with them, and Stupid Girl never saw him again. She always wondered if he was ok, but she was afraid to find out. Because there was nothing she could do for him at this point because she was a stupid girl.

Stupid Girl was a stupid, stupid girl. She had no business ever getting a dog in the first place.

I know just how stupid Stupid Girl really was.

Because Stupid Girl was me.





New Shoes & Other Stuff

I was in a meeting the other day and got a text from my husband, “A woman came to pick up her cat after surgery, and when she received her bill, she said, ‘Wow! I’m glad I get to keep Dr. Suazo’s wife in new shoes!”

I read the text out loud to my friends at the meeting, and we all had a good laugh at this woman’s expense. My friends know better. So I have a few things to say about my shoes and other stuff.

I texted my husband back, and said, “Please show her this.” shoes

These are my shoes. That I was wearing in a meeting. That I wear almost every day. They are in pretty good shape, and yes, they are Nikes, so they weren’t super cheap, but they weren’t super pricey either. And I wear the shit out of them. Literally. I step in animal poop daily and keep going until it falls off on its own. These are the kind of shoes that Dr. Suazo’s wife wears. Because Dr. Suazo’s wife also works. A lot. And I can buy my own damn shoes, thank you.

But, that part is not really important. The part we thought was really funny was that she thought that her pet’s bill keeps me in shoes. Lady, your stupid is showing. Any small business owner can tell you, it’s hard to make a living as an entrepreneur. Our overhead is high. So let’s break that down for you a little bit.

I don’t know how much this woman’s bill was, but for fun, let’s just say it was $200. Our profit-margin hovers around 12%, so the animal hospital’s net on your bill was about $24. Why is our profit-margin so low? We have a beautiful building that you enjoy coming into. We have a DVM who spent a lot of money on his education, and he happens to be extremely good at what he does. We have a very highly-skilled support team, who go above and beyond every day to exceed your expectations. We have a state-of-the-art facility and equipment to insure your pet gets the best available care. Your pet gets care that rivals what any human would get in a hospital setting. Your pet was monitored and kept comfortable during every part of his stay with us. Our entire team attends training and continuing education to insure that they are always ahead of the curve on new advances in veterinary medicine. All of this costs money.

So now we’re at $24. That would buy a pair of Nike running shoes on deep, deep discount. But that’s not what Dr. Suazo takes home. We believe that good business includes doing good. So, as a business, we tithe. We give back 15% of our net to non-profits in our community. We provide no cost and low cost services to shelters, rescues, and people who are just going through a rough patch. We give to non-profits who provide services to humans in our community too. So that takes our “shoe money” down to $20.40. That would still get a pretty decent pair of shoes. . . at a thrift shop. . . but. . .

Before I buy shoes, we have to provide food and shelter for my family. We have other non-luxury needs that come first. If you know us, we live a very comfortable, but relatively modest lifestyle. We bought our house fifteen years ago and paid $107,000 for it. We will live here the rest of our lives. Both of our cars have over 100,000 miles on them. (Our kids have nicer cars than we do, but grandparents and good bargaining skills came into play there.) We have one kid in college at Texas A&M and we have one kid going to University of Texas next year. That’s a BIG expense that comes before shoes.

And then there are our own pets. They take priority over shoes. We care for a dozen cats and half a dozen dogs in our family, and that doesn’t include the fosters. They all get premium quality food, monthly flea and heart worm preventative, and lots of nice beds and toys. These all take priority over shoes.

Not to say that I don’t have some nice shoes or that our family doesn’t enjoy some indulgences at times, but lady, YOU didn’t buy them for me. So next time you pay your vet bill, think before you speak. A lot goes into what happened to your pet at the hospital, and I hope that you chose your veterinarian based upon the quality of care and service that you received. So if you don’t want to pay for high quality care and service, go somewhere else. There are plenty of Kristin Lindsey’s in the world who would love to take care of your cat. But if you chose a veterinary hospital because you expect compassionate quality care for your pet, then pay your bill, and say, Thank you. Have a nice day.”