As you know, humankind has left the taste of rancid squirrels in CL's mouth-- and believe me, I know the taste of squirrels-gone-bad. You bury them for too long? Well, let's just say your body can't digest the corpse without screaming, "get me outta here!" at 2 AM.
After the 20 second meltdown? CL picked up the phone and called the vet. She knew she could call any of her friends, and they would jump in and immediately help. CL wanted to try the "independent route," first. She knows that her friends are amazing-- but, finding a solution without always depending on friends gives them a break and reinforces CL's independence. So, here's what happened when she called:
CL: You know I'm disabled, in a wheelchair, living alone and with no reliable transportation. Sugar is due for her annual check-up and shots, and I just noticed that she has a mole on her face that is rapidly growing and causing her discomfort. Can you recommend a way to get her to your office? Maybe you could do a home visit?
VET: Let me check.
VET: We don't do home visits, we know someone who does-- but I know Sugar is a shy dog, and would prefer to be seen in our office by familiar people, so hold on and let me ask around...
VET: Our office manager lives near you. He can take Sugar for the appointment, and bring her back. What day and time works best for you?
Seriously. The vet office did not say "tough luck, find another vet." They found a solution, and a complete stranger offered to help. CL had stranger-danger worries, but I could have told her, "not a problem, chick-a-dee, the shyness is under control and the vet is a reliable, trusted entity."