Duncan, the Vet, and the Wallet That Wouldn’t Budge

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How’s Your Day Going?

The Vet Drama

Some days spin sideways, especially when you’re dealing with a dog with anxiety at the vet, and all you can do is laugh and roll with it. Mine started with Duncan—my 11-pound Yorkie with a strong set of lungs—a trip to the vet, and ended with a busted wallet…and a reminder of everyday kindness.

Duncan had some eye irritation after his Sunday groom. By Monday morning, it looked a little better, but still puffy enough for my “mom instincts” to say: vet visit.

If you know Duncan, you know the car is not his happy place. Neither is the vet. He announced this loudly—howling, yodeling, and working the waiting room into a chorus of sympathetic dogs, while the other pet parents looked at me like, “control your dog.”

The receptionist kindly offered a bandana spritz with calming spray. Let’s just say…it didn’t work.

Inside the exam room, Duncan continued to protest. It took three of us—me, a tech, and the vet—to hold this tiny dog still enough to stain his eye and rule out injury. We left with ointment, an allergy plan, and a slightly humbled Yorkie. Crisis mostly averted.

The Wallet Showdown

And then—checkout.

I pulled out my trusty zippered wallet, only to realize it had staged a mutiny. The zipper refused to budge. I tugged, twisted, whispered nice things, and finally wrestled it while Duncan kept up his soundtrack in the background.

The receptionist tried to help, then offered to take a look at it, convinced she could fix it because her mom had been a seamstress. Sweet, but no luck. She ran the card on file—expired. At that point, I asked for scissors. She hesitated, but handed them over. My wallet laughed, and I was left wishing I had my trauma shears with me.

A Pocket Knife and a Kind Stranger

That’s when I turned to the kind man in the waiting room Duncan had been talking to earlier—jeans, work boots, baseball cap, beard (honestly, he reminded me of one of my nephews). The type you just know has a pocket knife.

So I asked: “Do you, by chance, have a pocket knife?”

He grinned. “Of course.”

In less than ten seconds, my wallet was open, payment complete, zipper ruined, dignity mostly intact.

The Real Takeaway

I walked out with Duncan, ointment, and a demolished wallet—but also with a full heart.

Because that’s the thing about sideways days. They might leave you frazzled, but more often than not, they remind you of the goodness tucked inside ordinary people. Even in a vet’s office on a Monday morning, kindness shows up.

So that was my day. Duncan is fine. My wallet is not. And my faith in everyday kindness? Absolutely intact.

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💬 Have you ever had a sideways day turn into a kindness story? Share it in the comments—I’d love to hear.

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