draggonlaady: (Nice Girl)
Given previous experience with this client, you can guess how incredibly thrilled I was when they called at closing last night. My enthusiasm was only amplified by the fact that I was already a sleep-dep zombie after being called at both 2:45 AM and 4:45 AM by Mrs Miller, and getting to the clinic at 5:30 AM to actually deal with Mrs Miller in person that morning.

So it seems that Sue Happy here decided to breed one of her other dogs, to get that litter of puppies that she's been wanting for 15 years or something. She did not, of course, have the dog x-rayed to get a puppy count prior to whelping. Dog whelped 2 days ago, and now has foul smelling vaginal discharge, decreased appetite, and doesn't seem to be making much milk. Sue is very concerned that it took 5 hours to have 4 pups. I tell her the time frame is normal but the number of pups is small. I am concerned that either the dog has a uterine infection, or the dog has retained puppies. We agree that the dog should be seen as soon as possible due to the risks of retained pups (you know, cool stuff like dead pups rotting inside, ruptured uterine walls, peritonitis, and death). And at this point things just get fun.

She says she wants to bring the dog in, but her car's transmission is going out and it can only be driven in second gear now. It'll thus take her over an hour and a half to get here. I point out that she will be driving past 2 much closer clinics and especially if the car is that unreliable, perhaps she should consider going to the clinic 33 miles closer, or the one 25 miles closer to her. She says the people at clinic one have already left (like I'm trying to? no worries asking me to wait late for you, but can't ask them to come back?) and she "had a bad experience once" at the other clinic and doesn't want to go back there. ("Well, lady" I do not say, "I had a bad experience with you once, so I don't particularly want you to come back here!")
So I reluctantly agree to meet her at the clinic in an hour and a half.
An hour and a quarter later, she calls back. Says she can't get the car started. She's "going through some marital difficulties right now" and doesn't "want to accuse anybody," but she is pretty sure that her car "has been sabotaged". The only vehicle she has that will start is blowing exhaust fumes into the car and she's worried that this will kill the puppies. Can she bring the dog in tomorrow instead? Once again, I point out that there are clinics MUCH closer to her, and the logical solution is to take this other car (perhaps with the windows rolled down?) to the the MUCH CLOSER clinic to have the dog seen tonight, since if she does have retained puppies, 18 hours may be the difference between sick and dead. Somehow, her response does not give me confidence that she will do this.

She does not (I confess that I am surprised) call me back in the middle of the night to tell me that the dog is worse, or that she has suddenly acquired a car. Nor did she ask if I could come get her and the dogs. (Bruce agreed that if she did ask, he would do so for sufficient cash.)

Instead, she shows up without warning this morning (after my first surgery is sedated, of course). She says she tried to take the dog's temperature last night, but "took it in the wrong place" because didn't realize she was supposed to use "you know, that thing". I assume this means she took a temp in the vulvar fold instead of the rectum, but decide I don't care enough to ask for clarification. Owner's idea of restraining the dog so I can check her temperature is to hunch over the dog's head sobbing. I go get a technician, both to hold the dog, and to insert herself between me and the owner, as I would really like to smack her upside the head just on general principles. We end up taking a radiograph of the abdomen, and find no retained pups. Whoo!

Send dog home on antibiotics, warn owner that this may cause diarrhea in the pups, and if it does, they need to be taken off of mom and bottle fed.

I ask what she feeds the dog, and she replies "chicken soup and Caesar's" and goes off about how she won't feed anything with corn in it, because corn is clearly evil, and practically the worst thing you can ever do to a dog (besides leaving them ill for months on end before taking them to a doctor, I guess?). So, I'm hazarding that by "chicken soup" she means Chicken Soup for the Pet Lover's Soul brand, and not chicken soup. I could be wrong though. Either way, I'm not impressed with Caesar's as nutrition for a lactating bitch, and recommend she switch to a puppy food, for the higher calcium and calorie content. I make a point of telling her at what age we want to start vaccinating the puppies, so that 5 months from now I'm not stuck dealing with all 4 of these pups dying of parvo, and send her on her way, so that I can go start the 4 spays I've got lined up for the morning.

Her half of the entire conversation is held at a volume which really doesn't make my head happy, and is frequently interrupted with alternating crying and prayer. Guess I should just be thankful there was no screaming today.


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So in pulling up the links for my previous encounter with Sue Happy, I realize that I somehow did not detail the wonderful phone conversation which occurred when I notified her that the dog had died. I don't know why I never shared this story with you, it's a good one.

I called with the bad news (I'm sure you've figured that part out, but anyway), and her reaction was to throw the phone to the floor /crash, thud/ and go storming through the house screaming and slamming doors. I hear a steady stream of curse words (not terribly inventive, mostly just "fuck" and "shit" repeated over and over) and then she finds a victim to take things out on: her unlucky brother-in-law, who is apparently sleeping. She drags him out of bed with curses and thuds, and lays into him about how it's his fault the dog died, because he went to visit her at the clinic, and if he hadn't gone in and taken that bitch his girlfriend, the dog wouldn't have used up all her energy interacting with them, and she'd still be alive, and how fucking dare he kill her dog, what a son of a bitch he is... and about this time, bro-in-law's girl picks up the discarded phone, apologizes, says someone will call back about what to do with the body when they get Sue Happy calmed down, and hangs up. I think if it was me, I'd have calmed her down with a garden hose, but then I've never really dealt with raving hysterics well.
draggonlaady: (Default)
If you are too damn stupid to tell your child to wash his hands after playing with the snakes, and your child's damn caretaker is too fucking stupid to wash HER hands after cleaning up the sick child, then you bloody deserve salmenellosis. Don't sue the damn zoo for your own fucking stupidity you stupid fucking fucks. This public message brought to you today by 3 nights straight of very little and less than entirely good sleep, and a cranky/tired/hungry draggon.

http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/chi-snake-suit-31dec31,0,3797568.story
draggonlaady: (Default)
About the suit for emotional damages brought by a couple whose dog was shot...
http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/230454.html

Currently, animals are regarded in law as a special category of chattel. They're not like a table, you can't take an ax to them with no penalties, but they are also not regarded as equal to humans (even underage or mentally incapable and therefore have restricted liberties/rights). You can sue for financial loss (fair market value, expected production, bills accrued as a result of someone else's actions), but not for "loss of companionship".

If a court rules that you CAN collect "loss of companionship" suits on animals, it opens up a whole subscription of issues that most people don't think about when they call Fluffy "our baby."

Lots of good comments from folks on the original post. Here are mine:

I'll pose a few more questions for you on the euthanasia topic.

Assuming that it would still be acceptable to euthanize at all, would it only be acceptable in the same situation that is beginning to be accepted for humans? strictly in advanced, terminal disease? (which is supposedly an option in Washington now, but since every single hospital within a few hundred miles of here is Catholic run, and they've flat said "well, look. cute law. We don't care though, we will not offer that in any of our facilities." and so far nobody's thrown a fit about that, it's not REALLY available around here....sorry, tangent.) What about seriously injured or sick animals that could probably be saved, but the owners don't have the money, or the ability to take on the after care? Would it be illegal to euthanize in those situations? Would regarding animals as equal to humans require that the family bankrupt themselves saving the life of a dog they couldn't properly care for anyway, because it COULD be saved and therefore could no longer be put down? right now, it's legal to euthanize pretty much any animal. and while I think it is despicable to put away a cat because it's the wrong color, a person wouldn't go to jail for it. So where is the line of what's acceptable reason to euthanize if the animal is now a family member? who decides where that line is? can i euthanize a diabetic cat that could be treated, but who is so fractious that treatment poses a danger to the owner?

Will human health insurance companies now be required to offer veterinary coverage? there are several veterinary insurance companies now... do those get taken over by human companies? who pays for that? individuals with the pets, or does it become another job benefit that companies have to shoulders?

Could you still sell animals? Wouldn't this put pet stores out of business, because you can't sell family members? I suppose shelters would be re-styled as orphanages... but what about aggressive/unadoptable animals?

And would this be limited to dogs and cats? what about other fairly common indoor pets? what about outdoor pets? is the pony a companion animal? what about the emu? who decides? who draws those lines?
draggonlaady: (Default)
They came in and made a payment today. I was fully expecting to call them late this afternoon and tell them the bill is due, and get screamed at for being a heartless, money-grubbing, incompetent, vile bitch. Instead, they stopped in over the noon hour and made a payment. Not the full amount, but they've now paid off half of it, and say they'll bring in another payment in a week.


http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/201173.html
http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/201468.html
draggonlaady: (Nice Girl)
Apparently, I have some. And it's what prevents me from saying "You're quite welcome. Favorite part of my job, really. Feel free to bring all the rest of your animals in, we'll give you a bulk discount." in response to the fucking psycho (who cannot, of course, be blamed for the fact that the dog had been untreated so long it could barely lift its head before being brought to the clinic) who snipes "Thanks for killing my dog" as she's walking away.
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if I had a dollar for every time someone threatened to sue me.

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