draggonlaady

So the family of the murdered man referenced in the last couple posts called the clinic today. They requested that I put to sleep all of the man's pets. I talked them out of the puppy and kittens. But Monday, I have to go put down the rest of the lot. To make things just a total logistical nightmare (as if mass euths are fun to start with!), they want me to come to the house, which means I have to take an assistant, because I'm not trusting my safety to people I don't know when it comes to holding dogs for things on their own territory (all of them are "aggressive breed" dogs too). Now, I drive a truck for work. I drive a truck, because I need said truck to haul around my "vetbox"...that big contraption that has the fridge and drug racks and all my equipment and takes up the entire truck bed. So I'll be putting myself and my assistant and the carrier for the kittens that I'm NOT killing in the cab. This would be fine, except that after all this is arranged, they called back and decided that they want the clinic to bury too! So now I not only have to go out and be Dr. Death, I have to haul all the bodies back to the clinic. Which means either dropping the tailgate and tying them on there, or lashing them all on top of the vetbox, because they certainly won't fit in the cab with the living.

Remind me, please, why I wanted this job?