I recently told you about a trip to the pharmacy involving a case of canine confusion. (Namely, that the pharmacist was kind of confused about filling a prescription for our canine. Guess we should travel with a medical release signed with a paw print.)

It turns out that I’m not the only one with tales of this nature – some of our blog commenters and Facebook fans shared their stories as well. Today, I thought I’d share a few of my favorites (although, in my humble opinion, all of the comments are worth a read).

Melissa’s story had me scratching my head. Maybe her cat does have her own place?

Actually, I once picked up one of my cats meds at the pharmacy and they had her living in Maine. (I live in Vermont.) Then they chose a birthdate out of thin air for the packaging…July 1977, making her slightly older than me and quite ancient in cat years LOL

Speaking of head-scratchers, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that pets probably shouldn’t be operating heavy machinery even when they’re not on meds. Stefanie agrees:

We picked up a prescription for Maddie at the pharmacy and it had a warning that she should not drive or operate heavy machinery. I’ll say!

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Apparently, the age of our dogs confuses things a bit too, as this comment from Blueberry’s human illustrates:

I did that once and the pharmacist made me tell her what my dog’s birth date was. I was like, “really?”. Was she afraid I was going to give the pills to an underaged dog? The whole time I was going through the process – the pharmacist kept looking at me like I was pulling a scam and really ordering the meds for me.

A few Facebook commenters noted this issue too:

When they ask for the patient’s date of birth at CVS, I always get looks–like I’m abusing my young child with narcotics.

The one we used to use somehow always missed the giant “CANINE” note next to his name, so every time I gave his birth date as verification I immediately got a shocked look that said “You give these giant pills to your TODDLER?!” *sigh*

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I think my favorite story, however, comes from our friends at Kol’s Notes:

True Story: once someone mailed a package addressed to Felix Chick and I wasn’t home to receive the package. Our post office requires photo ID in order to pick up packages.

I had to get a letter signed by my veterinarian and a copy of the paperwork for his license with the city before I was allowed to claim the box!

For those of you who might prefer less traditional treatment methods, here’s a handy tip from Pamela:

But I’ve relied heavily on alternative practitioners when my dogs were aging. And Wegmans and Kinney drug don’t stock eye of newt and bee testicles.

Also, in case you’re wondering, Bella still hasn’t gotten her own place. I guess packing up all of her toys was just too much work.

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