Cats are such wonderful helpers. Here, Meili is assisting me with the laundry.

I must tell you all a short story.

Yesterday at work I was helping get knee radiographs on this really overweight dog, but her pudge kept getting in the way. So, of course, the other tech leans over and produces a wooden spatula and says "this is The Foopa Spoon" and proceeds to use it to pull the dog's fat out of the way. It took everything in me to not start cackling yall. Foopa Spoon.

Figured out what else my scrub jacket pockets can be used for.

Puppy holders.

Anything you can donate is incredibly appreciated ❤️‍🩹

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And today on Why You Don't Want To Be A Veterinary Professional:

A client sent us a kind email about how we're why pets die and that she can't understand how we can live with ourselves.

Oh, and apparently we all make $500 per hour. Which is news to me and my mountains of debt.

Pill filling!

Had to explain to a client the other day that no, we can't just do a surgery where we clip the dog's nails down way past the quick and cauterize the ends to stop bleeding. You're gonna have to deal with your dog's long quicks, buddy. Sorry (not sorry)

our radiology instructor brought in cardboard boxes for us to x-ray and see what the surprise inside of each was. simultaneously demonstrating the need for multiple angles when imaging.

anyway, so we x-ray the final box and it’s a glove. the glove is filled with… a liquid. she has us guess what the liquid is.

“lactated ringers” no

“water” no

“milk..” …no

“pee..” no!

it was a contrasting fluid used in certain types of radiography. she was introducing it to us in a fun way and we had the audacity to guess that she filled a glove with milk or PISS???

sighs and walks over to my mental board

Days since I have last stabbed myself: 47 0

Well I had a first tonight. Never ever thought I’d have this sort of thing happen.

I was Terrified of a puppy….(keep in mind I’m used to working with aggressive breeds from my past job. Handled police K9s in the past as well) This poor sweet couple got misled by the shelter and was given, as first time dog owners, an Anatolian pup. 12 weeks old, and clear signs the poor pup isn’t wired right. Extremely aggressive, going after the owners, the doctor, and me the tech. You could see it in his eyes that something was just lacking in his brain. The poor wife was terrified. Clearly something genetic at play. The poor husbands hands covered in bit marks, and not your playfully puppy got to worked up makes. After a long talk, they decided, with our full support, to return the dog to the shelter and get something that fits their lifestyle better. Not their fault the pup was like this, it was not a lack of training

It was the lack of body language that frightened me. There was no clue when his switch would flip, no predicting a bite. No warning. Just, teeth.

No owner should be terrified of their own dog. I felt so bad for them. I was really shocked that the shelter had let this pup go, cause they have a pretty good track record of placing dogs.

We are a fear free practice and this broke our hearts. We know that puppy is most likely going to be a behavioral euth in the future. We can’t save them all, but we try.

Last week our doctors decided to do a summoning by talking about the last time they’d done a diaphragmatic hernia repair…. So lo and behold one comes in last week. We’ve never seen so many organs in the chest cavity. this dog had been acting perfectly normal too, so glad we repeated radiographs after we had inconclusive ones last week.

Who is up counting their pills