tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25586109838231871752024-03-12T16:47:59.509-07:00Vets Shouldn't Have PuppiesMJ Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522135079704547938noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558610983823187175.post-81308704831990829592017-03-12T15:01:00.000-07:002017-03-12T15:37:04.111-07:00Restraining your pet at the veterinary clinic
Kittens &
Chandeliers
Okay,
let’s take a look at Peter Pants.”
I say, tapping the top of the exam table with my hands.
“He’s a very nervous cat.” The owner replies.
“I understand.” I say, in my most soothing voice. “It’s a pretty scary place.
But I need to examine him, so let’s just take a look.”
“Okay – how’s that?”
“Um, a bit difficult.”
“Alright, how about MJ Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522135079704547938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558610983823187175.post-17622100093417318222017-02-16T05:52:00.001-08:002017-02-16T12:50:33.374-08:00Do I really hate my life and everyone in it, or is it just PFS?
Puppy
Fatigue Syndrome (PFS)
another
look back: nostalgia on anti-depressants
I’ve been instructing clients for years regarding the
care of their new kittens and puppies. I’ve fine tuned my casual chat, surfeit
with expectations and worries that come with adopting a young pet. There are
wormers and vaccinations, diet and obedience. I speak at length about MJ Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522135079704547938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558610983823187175.post-71259721894609186902017-02-05T15:50:00.000-08:002017-02-15T14:46:48.761-08:00
Eau de Kaka
Don’t let
Fionn off his lead,’ Katie says, holding our dog at arms length. ‘Get the door. Hurry.’
‘Hey, not so close,’ I say, dodging his jumps – confident that Katie’s giving
him more lead for my benefit. ‘Get out,
I’m not touching him! He stinks!’
‘Okay,’ she says smiling. ‘Just open the
door and I’ll run him up to the bathroom.’
At the MJ Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522135079704547938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558610983823187175.post-75139423899298874412017-01-24T14:25:00.000-08:002017-02-15T14:47:05.575-08:00
just
another hardboiled thursday
They waltz into my dirty little surgery on a
characteristically drizzly Thursday like they own the place. The couple look like they ain’t short of cabbage,
with frowns that probably only curl up at the ends when they see a TT on your bonnet. Still, it means enough to postpone a nine o’clock board meeting and Pilates class to get MJ Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522135079704547938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558610983823187175.post-41071158678335909142017-01-14T17:59:00.000-08:002017-02-15T14:47:18.219-08:00
Am I treating my pet as a Child surrogate?
There are times - not
too many, mind - when a client
arrives at the clinic with a companion animal and you (as their vet) are
confronted with a situation that can be as awkward as it is dangerous or, at
the very least, tricky. You stand opposite a person who refuses to allow an
involved evaluation of their pet because it may be MJ Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522135079704547938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558610983823187175.post-21410782463905409672017-01-04T14:47:00.001-08:002017-02-15T14:54:46.295-08:00
An introduction (flashback)
September 10, 2009
It sounds
counterintuitive: vets shouldn’t have puppies. Veterinarians are certified
animal people, right; born into the profession? I’ll admit there’s truth in it.
Many of us were brought up with animals and weaned on the whimsical prose of
Alf White - his wily adventures of James Heriott and All Creatures Great and Small.
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