Today Namerovsky was supposed to go for a rabies shot. We set out at 3 PM and he had quite the adventure, including a car accident.
First, he had to stop what he was doing (chasing the dog) and be rounded up into his box to head out on the road. He was not pleased.
On the way, we were driving through the industrial zone of Talpiyot, and wham! a car smashed into us from behind! It was a police car. It looked like no damage was done, so Sara didn't take the guy's details, though he offered. Later, she noticed that the bumper was out of place. Doh! At least no one was hurt, and Sara is not one of those weenies who goes to the ER to bitch about her terrible whiplash pain.
Namerovsky arrives at the vet. He is more displeased, though he was great in the car, not at all upset by the accident. He got a rabies shot and got registered with the city, which I didn't photograph because I was too busy holding him down. The vet confirmed that, as suspected, he has pinkeye. No kindergarten for him!
Also, the people at the vet loved the name Shunra, which was listed in the computer. Oops, sorry Namerovsky.
Get back in the car, Namer!
Namerovsky then got taken to Kiryat Yovel for some errands. If you look in the back, you notice the hole-in-the-wall pet shop, Melech HaChayot (they don't seem to have a website, but they are on Facebook), which comes highly recommended for knowledgeable and friendly staff. Namerovsky hung out with them for a while. He got some food and treats. Sara went and sent off her medical license application and stopped by the pharmacy while he hung out.
I really should have photographed the car's bumper to make this essay complete.
Then we came home. Namerovsky got some treats for being so good. Sara had a cold Coca-Cola.
And when I downloaded the pictures, I found this - it was a picture of B.B. Av giving Namerovsky the talking-to listed in the last post, telling him to please not run away. Sweet, no?
I am afraid I am going to be one of those ridiculous people and get a pet bag to carry the Namer around in. Everyone out loved him and he had a blast even with the rabies shot. It makes errands much nicer to bring a namer buddy with you. The crate is heavy...but if I had one of those pet bag carriers...
Namerovsky's next adventure: Toilet training.