Dr Ferox's life as a veterinarian

When confronted by two extremely obese Labradors and the couple that own them.

Me: “So what do they get to eat?”

Wife: “Oh, they get a cup of dry food each.”

Me: “Well that’s good…”

Wife: “…twice a day.”

Husband: “And toast”

Wife: “Oh yes, but no butter.”

Husband: “And rice with gravy at dinner time. And a bone at bedtime so we can get some sleep.”

Seriously- I couldn’t make these up.

I did something nice on very short notice for an older couple and their dog today. It wasn’t a huge medical procedure, but I fixed their dog up faster than they were expecting and he got to go home sooner rather than later. As they paid their bill and thanked me for the speedy work the woman smiled sweetly and handed me a brightly coloured book.

“You look old enough to have young kids of your own so I thought they’d like this book about -my dog-.”

“………Thank-you………”

While I did thank her kindly at the time and assured her that while I don’t have kids of my own one of the other vets does, I couldn’t help but be a little taken aback.

I’m twenty three years old.

Just twenty three and two months old, to the day.

I am not old enough to have young kids of my own!

Do I look so haggard, so drained and so stressed that my appearance has aged something like seven years?

Client: “Oh, you’re the vet? But I usually only see Dr Somebody-Else. Can’t I see her?”

Me: “I’m sorry but Dr Somebody-Else is on maternity leave. ”

Client: “Oh. When do you think she’ll be back?”

Me: “Oh, probably about November.”

Client: “I can’t wait that long. Could you ask her to come in for me today?”

Me: “…No.”