One death in the family's not enough

[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?

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[sphynx-again.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, and you wanted this job for all the amusing stupid-people stories you get out of it. Like the following.

A young man had two female cats, one the daughter of the other. We had taken two litters of kittens this year from this same young man. He could not afford to spay his cats, but at least agreed it was the right thing to do. We gave him two $50 coupons to use at any local vet for the spays. He still could not afford it. Finally a local welfare agency contacted us and conned us into paying the full price to get both cats spayed. Well, he gets them to the clinic for surgery, and surprise-surprise, the 6 month old daughter cat is a boy! No biggie, costs less for us. But here's the fun part. The guy goes to pick up his cats, and is told the news. His question?

"What, in your professional opinion, indicated to you that this cat was a male?"

[draggonlaady.livejournal.com]

*snerk*

Um... the testicles?