My dog has never been to the vet as often as he has since living here. Let me clarify: since he started walking the streets. In one year, he's been by Judy and/or Dr. Bob probably 6 times.
Despite the monthly Invectin and the daily teaspoon of coco oil, there have been ticks. He had worms. He had 6 different kinds of salmonella, all at once. His foot was cut on glass in the street, etc., etc. He's a mess, Mary.
He's an old dog (15) but he's in great shape. He's never been overweight, he has the beginnings of cataracts but can still see, and he's getting a little hard of hearing. Other than some occasional mild befuddlement (doggie dementia, which is actually sort of cute), he's probably going to outlive me. But in my experience, this place can be very hard on our friends of the canine persuasion.