A visit to the vets for an MOT!

It was decided to take Gregory for a MOT check up at the local veterinary surgery.  Kieran and I enter the reception and explain we are doing an art project and request a private consultation. The other lads with Bev are outside, out of view, waiting for the response. The receptionist informs us that it is clinic time and she thinks the vet will be too busy.  Suddenly the door opens and a nice chap gives a big smile and says it will be no problem, he has time for another client.  The other lads promptly file in, whilst a spotty dalmation eyes them up.  We are ushered into the consultation room. This is very good of you, I say, but Rabbit's hygiene is seriously under par, what about H & S.  Never mind, says the vet, we will take care of that and a cool stethoscope is placed on one slightly grubby furry chest.  Hmm, he says, frowning, oh dear, I feel no heart beat.  I shall also check for teeth and worms, classical problems in a rabbit.  The boys smile. Some questions follow as our little friend is given the once over.  Q. How long does it take to train to be a vetinary surgeon? What subjects do you have to study?  Who was the trickiest customer you have ever had?  Well, he kindly replied, people think this job is all about animals, but really you have to like people.  He went on to share a vivid memory of having his whole head inside some large dogs jaws.  The boys smile some more.  Hmm, I say, dangerous, not really, I should have taken more precautions.

A discussion takes place about Gregory's overall condition.  Its sad he couldn't have an operation, I say.  Well, lets see, was the answer.  A minute later an operating room is located and a nurse is invited to assist. Oh no, she cries. Oh yes, he says.  The lads are requested to wait in the waiting room, thankfully the dalmation has gone home.  There is nervous anticipation. Then like anxious parents Charlie with flip camera, George with Gregory and myself are led into the pristine clinical conditions to find Greg under the knife, a very green sheet and operating lights. It was very moving.

Outside in the reception, the receptionist kindly informed the lads that a REAL rabbit would cost £100 for dental concerns, they gasp, then the further quote of £150 for castration provokes a quick biology exchange, and a final gasp at the cost of £1,000 for a bunnie limb. Well, she suggests sweetly, I recommend you take out a PetPlan and there is a rush for preventative literature.

Yes, I was right, there is no heartbeat!