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Mar 31, 2009 20:59

I'm a little ashamed to admit that I was one of those people 1-800-DENTISTS is talking to, as I hadn't gotten around to finding one since moving to California. Four and a half years ago. That all changed today, and even with no dentist for almost five years, no cavities. Woohoo! I'll be back on track with regular cleanings now. *nods*

In celebration (and, well, mostly because my friend's parents are in town), I had all-you-can-eat sushi for dinner. DELISH.

I'm getting really irritated. On Friday when we went to see Chloe, the trainer asked us to come back--together or separately--three or so times this week. He said we didn't have to stick to times when the facility is open; he's here all the time, and whenever works best is fine (especially since I'm limited to after work). WELL. Akarui and I left a total of three or four messages over the last couple days, with no return call.

Today, I had a voice mail from him. He's been out for the last couple days (which, seriously, he can have a life, just... return a call, thanks) and (this is what irked me) he's usually booked about four days in advance, so I really need to call and schedule an appointment. WHAT?!? What happened to Come by anytime! Just call first!? If he'd said that on Friday, I would have set up several sessions right then and there. I knew my schedule. He just gave the impression of being very open and accessible.

Oy. So now I'm wondering if he's worked with Chloe at all between last Friday and now, or if she's just been in a crate by herself. I want my dog. I no longer want to give him his "more time".

wtf?, of the good, pooper dog

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