pet connection

Having recently moved back to the city after 16 years in the country, there are a lot of things I miss about having dogs in the country, and a lot of things I love about having dogs in an urban environment. The love is winning out over the not-love at the moment.

But one of the things I miss about living in the country is my little small town mom-and-pop pharmacy. And this does actually have something to do with pets, because I was remembering this morning, when someone asked me about HIPPA (a human health privacy law, which binds health care professionals).

I was in line at the little pharmacy, waiting to pick up a prescription for one of my dogs. Each person who stepped up to the window was getting a low-voiced little spiel about their privacy and consumer rights. I tuned it out.

When I got to the window, the pharmacist barely glanced up at me. They were quite busy, and he looked tired. I told him my name, and my dog’s name, but since her name was “Rosie,” it wasn’t actually apparent she was a dog. He glanced at the computer. He grabbed her prescription off the shelf.

He still didn’t crack a smile, but he looked right at me, and started his spiel. “Here at Lark Drug, we want you to know we respect your pet’s right to medical privacy….”

I burst out laughing, he did, too, and so did the people in line behind me.

“Rosie,” I told him, “will be so glad to know that.”

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