OK - so I think I get it. I think I understand the feeling that so many of you talk about when you are waiting for *the call.* Yesterday Roxy went in for a teeth cleaning, which requires anesthesia... so, we're basically talking about minor surgery. When I dropped her off at 8am they were thinking that she'd be done by noon and awake by 2pm, at which point they would be able to call me and tell me when she'd be ready to come home. The only other reason they would call is if they had to take any "drastic measures" when she was under. Well, wouldn't you know it... the phone rang over a dozen times before noon! (None of them were about Roxy luckily!) My heart stopped every time. If it were *the call* (meaning a referral for those readers not waiting for their own call) I probably would have told her to call back! Then, when I didn't get a call by 2pm, I worked up my nerve to call them. It turns out that our vet had three traumas come in that morning and she hadn't gone in yet! She finally went in at 4ish and did wonderfully! The vet said it was the best set of greyhound teeth he's seen in quite some while and she needed no extractions! Wooohooo!! She was able to come home just 45 minutes later and I was able to rest easy at that point. But, I was exhausted after all that stress and anxiety! Geez! Are you telling me this is what the beginning of next year is going to be like when we're awaiting *the call*?!