Our island, like many other Pacific islands, has a dog problem. They're everywhere. Some are owned, some aren't. Some are nice and sweet, some aren't. And, to date, we've contributed to the problem (as well as unintentionally and occasionally ridding the island of the problem). Alas, it came time for our two canine girls to get fixed. (not Ally & Julia)

So, I called THE vet. (not plural, there's only one office, and it's a government run facility.) This is the response I got a while back...

"Can your office spay two dogs?"
"Yes."
"Can you spay them tomorrow?"
"No"
"When can I schedule an appointment?"
"Um, call back next week."

(one week later)

"When would be a good time to bring my two dogs in to get spayed?"
"Umm... not today."
"OK, what day would be good?"
"We don't have the medicine."
"When will you have the medicine?"
"Probably next week."

(one week later)

"Have you received the medicine yet?"
"No."
"When do you think you'll have the medicine?"
"Maybe the beginning of next month."

On an island with virtually no immediate alternatives, I'm stuck with a soon-to-be pregnant dog. Uggh. (Note to self: get job at AmSam Vet where you sit around and answer phones telling people you don't have the materials to work.)

Three gazillion dollars of stimulus funds floating around and our island can't afford a couple of bottles of anesthetics? Pitiful.

'nuff said