So, I’m mad today.

You may not know that the state of New Jersey requires that all dogs get their rabies vaccination every three years. It’s mandated by law and a requirement to your dog being licensed.

My town offers a free Rabies Shot Clinic every year, and every three years since he was one, Chappy and I have attended. I even blogged about it when we went three years ago.

I was just finishing up my late breakfast at 10:00 when a bell went off inside my head … it’s the first Saturday of November! Isn’t today the Rabies Clinic? I ran upstairs to the computer, did a quick Google search and … yep. Today. 8:00 – 10:30. But … 10:30? I can just make that! I grabbed Chappy’s leash and my purse, hopped in the car and zipped over to Morris Ave … only to find signs saying 8:00 to 10:00.

I’d missed it by 20 minutes.

Now, it’s possible that the Neighbor News accidentally posted the wrong time. And, of course, it’s not like I had time to dawdle, looking for other websites to verify the time, but the fact remains that, for the first time ever, I did not receive a reminder in the mail about the rabies clinic. If I had, I would have been there bright and early at 8:00, just like every other time I’ve attended.

As it is, now–also for the first time ever–I’m going to have to take Chappy to the vet for his rabies shot. Which means that, in these troubled economic times, I’m going to have to PAY for it. Pay for the shot. Pay for the visit. I’m guessing that’s going to cost me about $50-$100 for the vet’s time and the vaccine. My dog is worth it, certainly, but in this instance it’s an expense that I should not have.

And all this after subjecting my carsick-tending dog to a rushed drive across town, 5 minutes after he’d eaten his breakfast.

And yes, I sent my town an email complaint. How could they NOT send me a postcard? They have every other year!

Chappy’s day didn’t get any better an hour later when I packed up the car and headed for Jessica’s.

For a change, I didn’t bring my spinning wheel. I mean, really, with the stressful (and unnecessary) dash across town, I only remembered to bring a snack about 10 minutes before I left! (For the record, instead of home-baked goods as usual, my snack this time was a bag of Pirate Booty I grabbed from the pantry.)

Oh–here’s a hilarious Proof-Reading-Gone-Wrong story. So funny.

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