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And this is not a good thing. I've had yet another visit from this fine specimen of reputable breeding. Don't worry, I was assured at least 6 times during today's conversation that she is not a puppy mill. Perhaps, to overuse a saying made trite by overuse, the lady doth protest too much?

Early afternoon (no, don't rush in first thing in the morning) appointment for a bitch that's been in labor since some time this weekend. Had 3 dead pups at home. Currently leaking bloody, foul-smelling fluid and still straining. Smells like rot. Has at least one puppy in the abdomen, and one in the vaginal canal that I can feel. Owner wants to know if I can remove the puppies with forceps.
No. No, this is c-section territory here, sorry.
So before I can even get into a discussion of sections and/or offer blood work or to spay the dog while sectioning her, owner vehemently declares that she does NOT want the dog spayed. Right. Fine. I lay mental odds of about 50% that I will "have" to call her during surgery and say that leaving the uterus means the dog will probably die.
When I get into the surgery, I discover why the dog was not able to have pups normally: she has extensive adhesion of the bladder to her uterus. The bladder itself is massively overfull (under no circumstances should one's urinary bladder be larger than one's head!). I open the uterus, remove 2 dead and decaying pups, flush everything with sterile saline and leave a whopping dose of antibiotics in the abdomen, but do not have sufficient reason to tell the owner the dog will die if I don't take the uterus right now.

When owner returned for the dog (half an hour before I told her to expect the dog to be done) I started explaining the dog's problems and that this is the most likely cause of her difficulties whelping. I'm about half way through this when she interrupts me with "well, I'm only going to breed her once more." I state in no uncertain terms that I would strongly recommend NOT re-breeding this dog, ever, at all. I explain that it is very likely that she will have problems whelping EVERY time because the issue she has will NOT go away, and in fact, will likely become worse following this surgery. Adhesions are quite common when tissue has been disrupted, adhesion between bladder and uterus is a relatively common sequela to c-section because of the normal contact between the surfaces of the two organs, and this dog is apparently prone to developing adhesions, because she's already got them with no prior surgical history. It is, in my mind, a very clear cut case of "breeding this particular dog is not a good plan." Owner repeatedly asks, despite my unequivocal statements on the topic, whether it would be okay to breed the dog, if she, say, waits a year. Or only breeds her once more. She explains that the dog is "just so pretty" and she "only wants one pup from her".
I ask her if she wants one pup enough to justify a significant risk that she will end up not only with another batch of dead puppies, but this dog dead too. Apparently, she does, because her stated plan prior to leaving was to try "just one more time" but to schedule the dog for a c-section instead of trying to let her whelp on her own. Which I suppose is the best option I can scrabble for if she insists on the idiocy of breeding a dog with a known physical impairment of uterine function. sigh.

So then the conversation moved along to 2 other dogs she has. Which she wants debarked, because (she repeatedly explains to me) she's had to separate from her husband because the dogs were barking so much that they were driving him nuts and he was hitting them. And it's not like their in a kennel or anything, she's not a puppy mill. These are dogs she's had since they were 6 weeks old, and they sleep in her bedroom--after all, she's not a puppy mill. I explain that I have never done a debark, and that on dogs as small as these, the risks of the dog dying are so great even in the hands of a surgeon adept at this procedure that nobody I know will do it. She asks if it's because I "don't believe in it." I say no, it's because I don't want to do a surgery that's going to kill your dog. She then asks if anyone else here will do it. I say no. About this time, Dr M walks through the room, and she yells at him across the lobby to ask if he will debark her dogs. He looks at the dog she's carrying (not the dog under discussion, but he doesn't know this...this is totally a blindside question) and says absolutely not on a dog that small. She then proceeds to explain that she means her other dogs, which are "very large--8 and 9 pounds!" Now, I don't know in what world an 8 pound dog is "very large" but it is not in this one. He again tells her no, and then wisely flees (er, walks from the room in a dignified manner). Leaving me in the targets again... Well, can't you do it with a laser? she demands. I explain that while someone somewhere could possibly do so, I have neither the knowledge, nor the laser. She rounds back about to me "not believing in it". She explains that she's training the dogs, and it's not like she's a puppy mill, she's trying! but she absolutely will not use a bark collar, because they make such horrible sores on the dogs' necks. I tell her (in as many words; I'm out of patience and she is so dense that I feel I need to be using a larger hammer to get through to her) that if the collars make sores on the dog, she is doing it wrong. She tries to muster some sort of argument, and I run her puny illogic about the collar not working if the prongs slip to the side of the neck down with my statement that all of my dogs wear Invisible Fence collars daily and have for years, and that I have used electric training/shock collars on several dogs for various reasons, and not a single one of them has developed sores or complications from use of said collars. If the collars are resulting in sores, the owner is at fault. The collar is either too tight, or left on too long with too long prongs, or placed over a fold of skin. There are no bark collars sold which should shock hard enough to create burns, but I welcomed her to try shocking herself with her collar to verify that it was not malfunctioning. And then we're back around to why I won't just debark them. I refrain from smacking her and saying "look, lady, this has not a damn thing to do with my personal beliefs on elective surgical alterations, it's about not killing my patients and if you are so dense as to not grasp that concept maybe I should practice my debarking surgeries on YOU". I instead explain in loving detail how the tissue around a surgery site swells following surgery, and the consequences of such swelling in a very small trachea, and repeat that I do not perform surgeries that I am almost certain will kill the patient. I then offer her the numbers of several trainers (so very, very sorry if she calls you, [livejournal.com profile] kresentia!) and the number to the Veterinary Teaching Hospital, where she may or may not find someone willing to do a laser de-barking. I honestly have no clue if they would do that or not, but I somehow don't find it likely that a woman who is too cheap to run blood work on a dog is going to pay the prices attached to a referral for something like that.

And guess it's good she showed up half an hour early, because by the time we get done with all that shit, the dog's awake enough to send home. Yay. Get the bloody Hell out of my clinic, you crazy bat.

bah!

May. 31st, 2010 03:38 pm
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I will not belabor you with the whole story of my week. Suffice it to say, it has been not a lot of fun. Things go wrong, things die, sleep is not had, Dr is not happy. Good things from the week are along the lines of not getting a ticket after being pulled over, and the police re-impounding the impound dog that escaped from our kennel. I will give you a couple short selections of the excitement.


Woman left a message on the voice mail at work. Did not call the emergency line. I checked messages today, on the chance that there would be something that deserved a call back before tomorrow. Woman was speaking quietly and quickly, so I could not understand her name, or everything she said, other than that she has a week old puppy that has "severed its foot". Now, to me, this justifies a call to the emergency line, but apparently she didn't agree. I call her back anyway. She declines to bring the puppy in today (this happened yesterday, and it's no longer bleeding). She tells me that she used to go to a different veterinary clinic, and she took 2 pups there, and spent $800, and they both died anyway. I did my damnedest not to let the sarcasm and disdain seep through in my voice when I pointed out that while I don't know the circumstances surrounding that visit, I am almost certain that those 2 pups did not have the same issue that this pup currently has, so it is not fair to this pup or to the veterinarians at this clinic to decide that because those pups died, there's no point in bringing this one to a doctor. She agrees to bring the pup in, but not until tomorrow, since she doesn't want to pay an emergency fee.
Then she calls back less than 15 minutes later to cancel the appointment.

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Elderly woman calls in, says she's got a little dog with congestive heart failure, who's having a hard time breathing and today started seizing. Can't get a response from her usual veterinary clinic (which is 30 miles closer to her than ours is), so can she bring him in to me? Yes, that's fine, I'll meet you at the clinic.
I get to the clinic, and sit. and sit. and sit. and finally, after an hour of wasting my time, I call her back. It seems that the dog is breathing a little better and they can't afford the emergency fee and don't have enough gas in the car to get down here anyway. I do not bother trying to hide the sarcasm and disdain when I tell her that it would have been considerate of her to call and let me know she's not coming in, as I have been waiting for her for AN HOUR of time that I did not need to be at the clinic.

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There is a message on voice mail which consists of a woman saying her name. That's the entire message. No reason for calling. No phone number (we have it on file, but I did not bother to look it up and call her back). Just her name.
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...
ever, associated themselves with any terrorist, hate-group, violent, or illegal groups or demonstrated any similarities to such groups.

You know, other than the times when they do things like dress up like the KKK and make crazy accusations.

http://www.faniq.com/blog/PETA-Dress-In-KKK-Garb-Outside-Westminster-Dog-Show-In-New-York-Blog-19121

Frelling morons.

So point the first: Fuck you and your fucking stupidity, you fucking stupid fucks.

That out of the way, disdaining people for breeding purebred dogs is exactly the bloody opposite of what they should be doing. They should be be pushing hard for kennel limits on mixed-breed, non-registered, "puppy mill" type breeders, backyard breeders, and un-neutered mixed breed dogs, since that's the source of the vast majority of dogs that end getting killed in shelters. They should be working to rescue, rehabilitate, and re-home the huge number of unwanted dogs in said shelters.

Anybody that makes it to Westminster is almost certainly breeding quality, healthy dogs to quality, healthy dogs, in a quality, healthful kennel. Else, you know, they wouldn't make it to Westminster.
As for trying to breed a "master race" of dogs, I think it's pretty damned obvious that breeders are NOT all selecting for the same thing, else there wouldn't be hundreds of different breeds. Idiots.

Now, don't get me wrong; I do not agree with the AKC on everything. We have differences. Personally, I'd like them to make a concerted effort to eliminate ear-cropping and tail docking in their show rings, because that's got to happen for the majority of breeders to discontinue these silly practices. (I also think they should stop breeding English bulldogs, since they are total genetic wrecks, and probably about as opposite to any "master race" as it's possible to get.)
But I am all about selecting high-quality, well-conformed, health-checked dogs (and horses, and cattle, and cats, and birds, and lizards, and....) for breeding. And the AKC policies of requiring OFA certification (hips, elbows) and in many breeds eye and heart health certification of breeding stock is great and admirable.
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First appointment today is 5 pups for first vaccines and exam. They are supposed to be here at 8:30. They show up at 9:00. Owner thinks it's amusing and fun that she's half an hour late. (Shouldn't be surprised, this is the same owner who thought it was funny when her bitch bit my assistant.) Owner also brought in an extra dog (the bitey bitch!) to recheck from surgery, with no warning. I told her we didn't have time to look at the extra dog, because she was already overlapping with the appointment scheduled for NOW, and I wasn't going to make them wait longer than I already was. See, the 9:00 appointment slot was already filled, by a sick kitten. Luckily (I suppose?) the kitten showed up 15 minutes late. Which happens to be exactly the same time as the 9:30, who got here early.

http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/136970.html

So at 9:15, I've got 5 pups to vaccinate, a sick kitten to look at, and a rowdy big dog to trim nails on. Have I mentioned how much I don't like mornings?

In the meantime, the relative quiet of the lobby is being pummeled by a chronically un-happy client. This woman wants us to fill meds for her dog, cut the pills up for her, and not charge her a dispensing fee. She bitches EVERY time about the dispensing fee. Because $3 might just break her whole budget. Right. So we should just not charge, and consequently not pay our assistants. Anyway, today, she has an extra $1.06 on her bill from last time, because apparently she wasn't quoted the tax when she asked how much it would be. She brought in a pre-written check (I'm a little confused as to why she won't write a check at the clinic. She never has--always demands the exact amount before she comes in, so she can have the check written) and didn't re-write it or dig out a dollar bill. So today, she's furious that we are going to make her pay this "extra" dollar, which she insists she doesn't owe. She threatened the receptionist with "reporting us all" to Dr B, and accuses us of gouging her and just trying to get more money from her. Right, because we decided that sales tax applies to everyone in the state? Take it up with the government, honey.
Anyway, all that fuss and muster over four dollars, so you can guess how freaking ecstatic she was when informed that we would not fill any more scripts for her until we've examined the dog again. It's been since last May that we saw it, and we are only allowed to dispense medication for patients we've seen for the problem being treated within a reasonable time frame, not to exceed 12 months. Otherwise, we can be faced with all kinds of fun things like suspended licenses, fines, and jail time. But obviously this is just one more way of picking specifically on this poor, sweet, defenseless, woman and ruthlessly taking all of her hard-earned but scant money.
draggonlaady: (Grinding Bones)
So today being the start of the full moon, AND a Monday, our appointment book has been filled and changed and re-arranged and re-filled 3 times already this morning. So you'd think we'd be busting our butts here, right?
BAH!
2 of Dr. M's surgeries aren't here (one bothered to call and cancel).
My 9:00 appointment didn't show-yet, anyway. It's 9:30. I should have an appointment showing up any time, whatcha bet Mrs Aggravation (the 9 that wasn't) shows up during it? Wouldn't be the first time she's done that.

ETA: She did not show up. Or call. So yay?
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The weekend was hell on wheels; no reason why, as it wasn't a full moon.

Saturday I showed up to work and we had 4 things scheduled, only 2 of which needed an exam. That changed.

Ended up with 2 dogs that we had to completely anesthetize just to get the grass seeds out of their ears. One of them was just too bouncy to cope with, the other one was trying to eat my technician.

Despite being a non-painful procedure, we had to sedate the crap out of another dog so we could take x-rays of it's elbows, because he's a total freak about any restraint.

2 euthanasias.

And 1 really nice, calm, friendly, handsome cat for a rabies shot.

First thing in the morning, I called Mrs Miller about some blood work on a bitch she's trying to get bred. Told her that Monday morning would be a good time to breed. She asks can I do it tomorrow (Sunday). I say that Monday should be fine. She wants Sunday. I tell her it'll more than double her cost, because I'm (sure as all fuck) charging her an emergency fee if she wants me to come in on Sunday. She says that's fine. Well, whatever. It's money and at least her dog is easy to collect from. Don't know why she keeps breeding him when he can't figure out how to work his equipment with the bitch though.

Get a call just as we're going to bed that night, about a cat with swelling around her spay incision. Figure "why the hell not?" Bring her on in tomorrow at 9 too, we can just have a whole 'nother day at the clinic.

So bright and early Sunday, we get to the clinic (I dragged Bruce along, because I'm mean that way). The folks with the cat are already there (half an hour before I told them to be), but that's okay, we get the cat looked at and squared away before Mrs Miller even gets there. She drops her dogs off, we get him collected and her inseminated, and all the normal morning chores done.

Mrs Miller comes to get the dogs, and I explain that while the dog was easy to collect and the semen looked good, there wasn't very much of it, so it might be a good idea to re-inseminate tomorrow morning. (Yeah, you know, the time we originally tried to get her scheduled for...) She makes an appointment for as late as possible in the afternoon (um. morning? afternoon? But, she was the one who was so worried about being too late if we waited until Monday in the first place.)

So we get home and finally get breakfast (lunch? applesauce waffles. yummy!) eaten just in time for another call.

Back to the clinic to put an IV catheter in an old sick dog.

Finish that and head to the grocery store. While there, get a call from a guy who says his parents are out of town and the neighbor is watching their dog. Neighbor just called him and says the dog got porcupined. He'll bring it in, but first he has to go get the dog. Okay.

We're just checking out when the guy calls back; seems the neighbors are very confused, and the porcupined dog is not his, it's the OTHER neighbor's dog (who looks similar).

Back a couple times more during the afternoon to check on the old sick dog and make sure his IV's flowing okay.

Thankfully, no calls in the middle of the night.

Which brings us to today...

Apparently, I am incapable of setting the alarm clock correctly, as it was turned off this AM. Woke up 20 minutes late, got to work 10 minutes late.

2 cat euthanasias this morning.

Mostly things are going fairly smoothly though.

Until I answer the phone. (I know, I should never do these things)

First caller wants an exact amount for a dental with extraction of a broken canine in a 10 year old dog we haven't seen for years. Had a long discussion about blood work and kidney disease and what we do if we find kidney disease. Wants exact amounts for all possibilities, but doesn't want to spend "a whole ton of money" on the dog. Back to the extraction; I try to explain that I can't give her an exact amount, because it depends on how long it takes to do the extraction, which in turn depends on how firmly attached the tooth is and how healthy the root is. Also, I can't even begin to guess on if there will be multiple extractions. Spend 15 minutes talking to her and I don't think she was at all happy with my inability to see the future.

Next one I answer starts right off with "We've got an emergency. My little dog's having a really hard time walking, and is holding her head all twisted around to the side."
"Okay, how long has that been going on?"
"Well, just a little while."
(Don't sigh exasperatedly into the phone!) "How long is a while?"
"Well, not long. Maybe about 10 minutes?"
"Alright. How long will it take you to get to the clinic?"
"We're just out here on B-lake Road."
(Again, DO NOT sigh exasperatedly into the phone! Obviously there is no point in telling her that there's a 30 minute drive difference between the near and far ends of the road.) "Okay, ma'am, but how long will it take you to get to the clinic?"
...
"Alright ma'am, if you come in right now, we can get you in with Dr S."
"Who?"
"Dr S H"
"What clinic did I call again?"
"The C Veterinary Clinic."
"And what doctor is that?"
"Dr. S H"
"I've never seen him."
"I'm sorry ma'am, he's been here for 18 years now. And he's the doctor who is available if you come in now. Otherwise, nobody will be available until after 4."
"Oh, well... okay."
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They really are ganging up on me.

Mrs Aggravation just brought in 3 of her own dogs, and one of Mrs Miller's, because Mrs Miller couldn't make it in today on her own.

Surprisingly, no hilarity ensued. I just find it frightening that 2 of my very favoritest breeders are apparently buddies.
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Short and to the point: if you can't plan ahead enough to arrange a stud before the bitch goes into heat, you are obviously not prepared for puppies. Do not call the clinic and expect us to have a list of available stud-dogs for you the day the bitch needs to be bred. You should have been thinking about this before she came into heat.

Same for the cat.

Yes, we received both calls this morning, from different people, within half an hour of each other. What the monkeys, people?!
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Why is it that the Millers have this compulsion to frustrate me by asking me something and then either arguing with or completely ignoring my answer?

Mr Miller asked me on the phone last night if he should put cayenne pepper on the dog's ear to make it stop bleeding. I very specifically told him no, because it would burn and irritate the tissue. In those words. Just flip the ear inside out, and bandage it to the head, and the pressure will stop the bleeding, said I.

Yet when Mrs Miller brings in the dog, she's very proud of herself for the fact that they got the bleeding stopped by coating the ear in cayenne powder. What the fuck?!? The skin of the entire face of the ear was bright red and irritated from soaking in this pepper under the bandage.

And when I made a comment about keeping the dog home so she stops getting injured, Mrs Miller blew it off with "well she was only out to go potty." Yeah. Apparently--she was out to go potty somewhere that she managed to snag her ear on something and tear it open, which makes it highly unlikely that she was remaining safely in the yard. These people are not just ignorant, it's like they're determined to stay as stupid as possible!
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Is an amusing movie. But apparently also true of my life. Or maybe it's just the Millers that are crazy. You remember the Millers, right? the ones with the most recent gunshot dog...

Well, they just called me. Just now. Being almost 10pm. It seems that the dog (the SAME dog) has gotten out and gotten tangled in something again, and gotten her ear all chewed up. They suspect coyotes. I have my doubts about coyotes doing no more damage than an ear laceration. I also have doubts about their general knowledge of what kind of critter makes what kind of injuries after Mrs Miller's "could it have been a cat" comment.

Anyway, back to tonight. They want to bring the dog in right now to have her ear stitched up, because the last time I stitched up her ear (The other ear. From before the gunshot thing. They blamed that one on barbed wire.) I had to cut some of the tissue off the edges of the laceration because it wasn't fresh. So they figure that if I do it right now, I won't have to debride it this time. The problem with this is that they live about an hour's drive away in good weather. It's snowing. A lot. And I do not want to wait until midnight to start working on this damned bitch.

Why the freaking bananas can these people not figure out that if they keep letting the bitch run loose around the mountain, she's going to keep getting hurt? frakking idjits!

http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/113595.html
http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/74346.html
http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/64637.html
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Cracked called, and spoke to Receptionist1 on Friday of last week (at quarter til 5, of course--she lives about an hour's drive away). Receptionist1 tells her that from what she's describing, the dog is most likely either 1: pregnant/whelping, 2: having a false pregnancy, or 3: has a uterine infection (pyometra). She explains that we cannot tell the difference between these over the phone unless the dog starts pushing out puppies. She strongly recommends bringing the dog in the next day to be looked at, or taking it to the Pet Emergency Clinic (because nobody in their right mind wants to deal with her alone after hours here!). Cracked is shocked that a dog as old as this bitch (giant breed, 7 yrs old) could even get pregnant--don't they go through menopause? Receptionist1 explains that dogs don't have menopause, and any dog that's still having heat cycles can probably get pregnant. Cracked then relates that Bitch did "tie" with Evil about 2 months ago. Repeat discussion of possibilities and options. Cracked wants to go take Bitch's temperature and then call back. Repeat discussion of possibilities and options, and that we CANNOT DIAGNOSE OVER THE PHONE. Taking her temperature won't change those options.
Cracked calls back and speaks to Receptionist2, who once more repeats the "cannot diagnose over phone" and options conversation. Cracked decides to watch and see if Bitch has pups overnight. If not, she will come in first thing Saturday morning.

On Saturday, Cracked calls. No puppies, but she can't bring the dog in because she has to go get snow tires on her car. WHAT?!? It's December; winter happens every year by this time! If you need snow tires, why didn't you get them a month ago? And if you've managed to drive this long without them, why do you need them NOW? Repeat conversation of options, with caveat that if Bitch has not produced pups by now, she obviously isn't going to do so--she either has a stuck puppy, or she has a pyometra, both of which are life threatening situations that should be addressed right now (or she is having a false pregnancy, which is not life-threatening but if it was your dog, would you take the chance when 2 of the 3 options might mean she dies?)

On Monday, Cracked calls. Repeat above conversations, I'm too tired of it to type them out.

TODAY, Cracked finally brings Bitch in. Bitch has a raging pyometra with several dead/decomposing pups. Really, truly, impressive in an ohmygod way (dead puppies aren't much fun...). I shit you not, her uterus was as big around as my thigh. This, sadly, means it was so distended/stretched that it was leaking pus into the abdomen through several small tears. So now, on top of the pyometra, she has a peritonitis. Dr M spayed her, flushed her abdomen, and started her on massive quantities of antibiotics, and she was recovering as well as can be expected when I left, but she could just as easily have died (and still may, despite surgery and medications!) because the owner didn't bring her in 3 or 4 days ago, when the uterus would have been much smaller, and we would most likely have not had to deal with the peritonitis and potential sepsis issues.


Previous encounters:

http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/60430.html
http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/61451.html
http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/62833.html
http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/68458.html

Genetics

Nov. 14th, 2007 07:03 pm
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Are apparently beyond the conceptual grasp of many people.

For instance: I was presented today with an 11 week old chihuahua mix puppy that weighed, I shit you not, 8.5oz. Its head was probably half its weight, and proportionally huge compared to the body. Not a single seam in it's skull felt closed--it didn't just have a "soft spot" it had a criss-cross of lines that had no bony cover. Also, a cleft palate.

The owner brought it in because....it had a runny nose.

(Probably secondary to raging pneumonia from milk aspiration through the cleft palate!)

On questioning, it seems that the rest of the litter had the same big-headed appearance, and had faded away by 2 weeks old. AND, this same bitch had a previous litter, from which all but one dog ALSO wasted and died young.

Mom is an "apple-headed" chihuahua, and dad was a chihuahua mix.

So after I explain hydrocephalus, and that it is a developmental malformation, which has a high incidence in chihuahuas and especially high in "apple-headed" dogs, and that given her history and the high probability of having this same issue in any subsequent litters, I would NOT re-breed her.

Owner says that she's going to try one more time and if she has problems again, then she'll "get her spaded".

Gaawww.

For more on "spading" go here: http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/99094.html
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A papillon is a small, long haired dog. Small and cute DOG. Being small and cute does not make it "more like a cat than a dog", no matter how many breeders think so.
Because papillons are CANINE, they should be vaccinated against canine diseases, for instance, canine distemper. Vaccinating papillons against feline diseases is of little use, since they are not felines. It also leaves them unprotected against things like, oh, say, CANINE DISTEMPER.

Please keep this in mind.
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I was doing blood draws on a bunch of dogs for a breeder yesterday, and I realize she was trying to be complimentary with this, but...just... argh.

"You should go into the medical profession! you're really good at that."
"Yeah. I did."
"No, I mean the human medical profession..."
"And why would I want to do that? Then I'd have to treat humans."
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So the canary breeder mentioned earlier (http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/104728.html) came in today. New receptionist didn't recognize her. She bought Revolution (an ivermectin cousin product) "for her dachshund". Any bets on how much of this ends up on the canaries and not on the dachshund? I'll post again if I get to treat any overdoses in the next couple weeks...


And the case that really had me fuming today: )
Damn I get tired of stupid people and gunshot wounds.

Yes, I see gunshot wounds often enough to get tired of them. And they say the west is civilized!

Breeders.

Sep. 12th, 2007 07:17 pm
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As my boss so accurately pointed out today, my problem is not actually with the breeders that I deal with. It's with the people who had to have bred to have produced them!

Had to deal with two particularly fine examples today...

Canary breeder )

Not that dog breeders are any saner than bird breeders... especially when they come in groups instead of individuals. )
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Someday, someone will, in all seriousness, say something so entirely wrong that the statement itself becomes a fatal poison to my brain.

Read more... )

Addendum

Apr. 15th, 2007 08:34 pm
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to Friday's entry
I forgot to mention the woman who came in at lunch and wanted to know if there was anyone there who'd have time to take the dewclaws off a litter of puppies. Not make an appointment for it--she wanted to just walk in at 12:30 and have a doctor do surgery on her puppies RIGHT NOW. Had the puppies in the car, even. What the hell?

also, as you've probably figured out since I'm posting, the brain surgery on the computer did not result in a dead box or in flames. yay!
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Had a lovely conversation today with a woman who apparently purchased a small purebred dog with intention of breeding him. Unfortunately, he has a retained testicle, which the woman knows is hereditary--she specifically told me that she doesn't want to breed him and have the pups have the same problem.
The she turned around and asked if there was a surgery I could do to move the testicle down into the scrotum, or if I could "palpitate" it down.
Seems the vet clinic up the highway told her no. So she called me, and also the clinic further north, just in case we knew how to do that. I explained that there is no surgery to move the testicle and still have it functional, and even if I could do such a thing, it wouldn't change his genetics--his pups would still have a high risk of also being cryptorchid.
(Hello! have you noticed that your children were not born with your scars?!)
When I told her that, she asked how much it would cost to neuter him, but she didn't want to make an appointment yet, 'cuz she's still waiting for the other clinic to call her back. As if Dr. G is going to magically be able to fix the dog's messed up genetics? Yeah...

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