Dear Amazing Veterinary Technicians of the World,
It’s sad that you only get one week to celebrate you and all that you do. The unsung heroes, the client counselors, absorbers of abuse, veterinary emotional support offerers, and in general people without whom these clinics would fall to pieces.
I’d like to offer to you this week an open apology for the transgressions of my past years.
- I ate the last M&M. I’m sorry. I know now you probably hadn’t eaten in 12 hours and really needed it. I also know you figured it out and let it slide.
- I actually wasn’t being helpful when I said I would clean that kennel. Thanks for being gracious. I saw you go back in later and do it correctly.
- When you couldn’t hit a vein and asked me to and I said “Try again! Practice makes perfect!” that was only because I knew if you couldn’t hit it, there was no way I could.
- I now know that your gentle suggestions are not really suggestions. I should have listened the first 15 times you were right.
- If it were not for you I would have walked into 45 exam rooms with my sunglasses on top of my head.
- When I left the room after that really hard euthanasia to “see my next appointment,” I went into the back to cry and left you alone with that sweet elderly lady because you were better at this stuff that me.
- For all the times you took care of me and looked out for my mental well-being, I rarely did the same for you. If I did, it wasn’t enough.
These days I work solo, and to be honest every day I head out I wonder to myself if I couldn’t come up with a business model that allows me to have you along. Because I need you. As I sit in a living room looking in horror at a vein that will not cooperate, I need you.
When I see a little kid making a beeline for the syringes and I only have two hands when I need three, I need you.
When there is a mess and I need to be graceful and take care of it with no one noticing instead of asking the owners if they have any paper towels, I need you.
When it’s been a rough afternoon and I could use a friend to talk to, I need you.
You all are the heartbeat of the clinic. Thank you.
I went hunting this evening. I didn’t see anything until about 4:45, when I heard the leaves been churned up to my left. I have the left window on my blind zipped up, because that window points up in the woods where the deer can see me if I move. I have the blind right on a well-used game trail, and I knew it would be just a matter of time before the deer thrashing around in the brush to my left trotted out in front of me.
A little doe soon trotted out, and she was followed by a six-point buck. He availed himself to me, and I took the shot. I aimed for the heart, but I he must have moved just as I pulled the trigger on the crossbow.But the rage broadhead still went through his heart. He ran less than a hundred feet before he dropped.
As my dad and I dragged him out of the brush, we came across a big ten-point that was tracking the doe that the six point had been tending. While dad went to get the tractor, the big buck came back and circled me. I snort-wheezed at him, and he stopped and tried to wind me for a few minutes. He then marched into the nearest thicket and began rubbing his antlers against the trees. I had taken out a little weenie that he’d have to beat up tonight.
I can’t go deer hunting again until Thanksgiving week, when the rifle season comes in.
So the big one is safe.
But this is still a nice little buck.
I’m part of a group on flickr that gets a challenge every 2 weeks… This time around the challenge is minimalism. So off Coulee, Marlin and I went to the university where there is a pretty cool sculpture thing I thought we could use. It is nothing like what I normally shoot, but I quite like it!
Our PawZaar Rescue Tote made a stop in Rockefeller Center this week! This has been a whirlwind of a week! On Monday, I flew to New York to take part in the Better with Pets Summit; my trip was…
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If you probably couldn’t tell from reading this blog, carnivoran evolution and natural history is one of my passions.
Where did all of this get started? I’d say sometime in the mid-90s. I used to watch A&E’s old Wildlife Mysteries series on Thursday nights. These were mostly very high quality wildlife documentaries and a lot of them were BBC productions.
Some of these films were shown in a series called “Carnivores.” It was about the evolution of the order Carnivora, minus the pinnipeds. And I loved it.
The series was based upon the work of David MacDonald, a carnivoran specialist and conservation biologist at Oxford.
In the UK, it was shown as “The Velvet Claw,” which is one reason I’ve had a few problems finding even clips of it online.
And for a long time, all that we could see are short clips, but now, well, it’s been uploaded in full. Here is the entire series on Youtube.
I don’t know how long it’s going to be up, so you’d better watch it soon.
This is a black and white Yorkie. Known is a ‘Biewer’ terrier – or Biewer Yorkshire terrier – ie a Yorkie that is black and white and brown. The breed originated in Germany.
I met tiny 14 month old Raffi yesterday on Larvotto Beach in Monaco, where she lives. Isn’t she adorable!
A special day calls for a special ear. And a poem, of course.
Trick or treat!
I lick feet.
Give me something that has meat!
If you don’t, just beware-
I’ll eat up your underwear!
Have a great day and be safe all! I get to go see Danny Elfman perform the Nightmare Before Christmas tonight at the Hollywood Bowl so I’ve got Jack Skellington on the mind