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Another day of chaos
Nov. 14th, 2006 06:37 pmGot to work this morning and turns out the boss-man has the ill, so instead of having the afternoon off today, I sent him home and stayed. And here I thought I was going to avoid the week's crazies. *sigh*
Ya'll remember Cracked and her evil Beast dog, right? She FINALLY brought him (and the two bitches) back in today. Happily, since I wasn't scheduled to be in this afternoon, they were set for Dr. S to see. So I only had to deal with Cracked in small doses. Seems that Beast has pretty advanced arthritis in his elbow, which I guess is better than osteosarc...but Cracked was at her bestest most annoying today--she had her reference text with her and argued EVERYTHING that Dr. S or I tried to tell her. Apparently her book lists "everything that Newfoundlands get" and she's "been researching" their problems...which of course leads to her asking if I think the dog's problem is hip dysplasia. Well, since the dog's limping on his FRONT leg, I really doubt that. She can't get him to take the pain meds or the joint supplements, and apparently can't be bothered to try putting them in a hot dog or dunking them in butter, because whenever we try to suggest these things, she either ignores us or changes the subject. So whatever.
Got to see another of my favorite clients this afternoon too--The Crazy Sisters breed dachshunds. Says a lot for their sanity right there, I think. They also recently had the wonderful experience of our receptionist threatening to call the prosecutor down on them if they didn't pay their bill--they'd bounced 3 checks in a row. They are currently on the "you will give us cash or credit card BEFORE your appointment" payment plan.
Today they bring in 10 puppies for their first vaccines and check ups. 2 have inquinal hernias--I KNOW I've lectured them before on repeating breedings that throw hernias, but here they go again. Both pups from the same litter, of course. I think I'd be spaying that female but apparently selling the puppies is too important to them. (Not that we ever see the money they get from these sales!) All the pups have ear mites, and I had to explain three times how they get spread and that they should treat the adult dogs too, since apparently all the parents have been scratching and shaking and had waxy goopy ears...not that they've bothered to bring any of the adults in to have that checked. They all have roundworms too, so I explain about worming the adults (which I've done before, but they apparently forgot that) as well as the pups.
And they provided a fine example of "do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth!?" I was taking the pups and giving the shots while my tech did the paperwork behind me--so she couldn't see the pups through me. She asked what color the pup I'd just been handed was, and the younger of the Crazy Sisters started in about how mom was red and dad was a dapple. I explained that we don't need to know that--we don't put the parent's information down on the paperwork, we just need enough of a description of the puppy that we can tell what record goes with which pup. "oh, ok" she says. Hands me the next pup. THE VERY NEXT PUP. Not 30 seconds after "oh, ok". And when Tech asks what color it is... "mom was a dapple."
And the last thing of the day was the absolute best. Just after 5pm (so technically we're closed, though we haven't managed to escape the building yet), I get a call from a gent who sounds like he's having difficulty forming the words through the pot-haze. The whole conversation felt like moving in slow-motion. Seems his dog has been hit by a car and her leg's very swollen but he doesn't think it's broken. When did she get hit? "The other day." When. did. she. get. hit?! Sunday. SUNDAY! but he can't be bothered to call until after closing on Tuesday. Bastard obviously really loves the dog. Wants to know if there's anything he can do at home because the leg just keeps swelling. So he gets the whole canned lecture about can't diagnose over the phone, need to see the dog, probably need x-rays, he can ice it and give aspirin (no tylenol, no ibuprofen, no aleve!), really should bring the dog in, blah blah blah. He says he might call tomorrow, has to see if he can "fit it in around his work schedule." I managed to not call him nasty names while explaining that he could drop the dog off and give us a phone number to call him at--we can examine the dog while he's working.
Ok. I'm gonna go find dinner.
Ya'll remember Cracked and her evil Beast dog, right? She FINALLY brought him (and the two bitches) back in today. Happily, since I wasn't scheduled to be in this afternoon, they were set for Dr. S to see. So I only had to deal with Cracked in small doses. Seems that Beast has pretty advanced arthritis in his elbow, which I guess is better than osteosarc...but Cracked was at her bestest most annoying today--she had her reference text with her and argued EVERYTHING that Dr. S or I tried to tell her. Apparently her book lists "everything that Newfoundlands get" and she's "been researching" their problems...which of course leads to her asking if I think the dog's problem is hip dysplasia. Well, since the dog's limping on his FRONT leg, I really doubt that. She can't get him to take the pain meds or the joint supplements, and apparently can't be bothered to try putting them in a hot dog or dunking them in butter, because whenever we try to suggest these things, she either ignores us or changes the subject. So whatever.
Got to see another of my favorite clients this afternoon too--The Crazy Sisters breed dachshunds. Says a lot for their sanity right there, I think. They also recently had the wonderful experience of our receptionist threatening to call the prosecutor down on them if they didn't pay their bill--they'd bounced 3 checks in a row. They are currently on the "you will give us cash or credit card BEFORE your appointment" payment plan.
Today they bring in 10 puppies for their first vaccines and check ups. 2 have inquinal hernias--I KNOW I've lectured them before on repeating breedings that throw hernias, but here they go again. Both pups from the same litter, of course. I think I'd be spaying that female but apparently selling the puppies is too important to them. (Not that we ever see the money they get from these sales!) All the pups have ear mites, and I had to explain three times how they get spread and that they should treat the adult dogs too, since apparently all the parents have been scratching and shaking and had waxy goopy ears...not that they've bothered to bring any of the adults in to have that checked. They all have roundworms too, so I explain about worming the adults (which I've done before, but they apparently forgot that) as well as the pups.
And they provided a fine example of "do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth!?" I was taking the pups and giving the shots while my tech did the paperwork behind me--so she couldn't see the pups through me. She asked what color the pup I'd just been handed was, and the younger of the Crazy Sisters started in about how mom was red and dad was a dapple. I explained that we don't need to know that--we don't put the parent's information down on the paperwork, we just need enough of a description of the puppy that we can tell what record goes with which pup. "oh, ok" she says. Hands me the next pup. THE VERY NEXT PUP. Not 30 seconds after "oh, ok". And when Tech asks what color it is... "mom was a dapple."
And the last thing of the day was the absolute best. Just after 5pm (so technically we're closed, though we haven't managed to escape the building yet), I get a call from a gent who sounds like he's having difficulty forming the words through the pot-haze. The whole conversation felt like moving in slow-motion. Seems his dog has been hit by a car and her leg's very swollen but he doesn't think it's broken. When did she get hit? "The other day." When. did. she. get. hit?! Sunday. SUNDAY! but he can't be bothered to call until after closing on Tuesday. Bastard obviously really loves the dog. Wants to know if there's anything he can do at home because the leg just keeps swelling. So he gets the whole canned lecture about can't diagnose over the phone, need to see the dog, probably need x-rays, he can ice it and give aspirin (no tylenol, no ibuprofen, no aleve!), really should bring the dog in, blah blah blah. He says he might call tomorrow, has to see if he can "fit it in around his work schedule." I managed to not call him nasty names while explaining that he could drop the dog off and give us a phone number to call him at--we can examine the dog while he's working.
Ok. I'm gonna go find dinner.
