I told you that story didnt I? We had 3 (pretty clearly stoned) teens that came in with a small breed dog (a pug) and exhibiting all the signs of marijuana toxicity. So we do blood work with their approval, but of course nothing shows up. So we go back in to the room and ask if he could have gotten into anything like pot? They all say no. We ask again and tell them we don't want to get them in trouble, we just want to treat appropirately...well, yes, their uncle has it for medical reasons.
"MOM, IT WAS BILLY, NOT ME. I SWEAR. I TOLD HIM NOT TO BRING IT."
They always vehemently deny it until I go, "okay well that's a shame. I was really hoping it was pot tox because I can easily treat that and your dog would have an excellent prognosis. Since it's clearly not the case, there isn't too much I can do. I'm going to put together some transfer paperwork so that we can send your dog over to a neurologist for an MRI which is going to cost a few thousand dollars and it might be a brain tumor and your dog might be dying" and then magically some pot appears in the household in the recent past.
They loooooooove to come in at 3am, because they've been scratching all night keeping the owners up. Anything that causes the dog to annoy the owner (respiratory, scratching....) always shows up at 3am. It's a rule.
I've been thinking of going back to my paralegal job that was in a cushy office with vacation days, paid holidays, sick time, no poop to clean up and enough money to pay for all my dogs and my horse. The thought of going 300K+ in debt to go to vet school is really stressing me out.Managing partner and reproductive specialist at an equine referral practice. That is my dream.
However, I sometimes wonder if I have it all wrong and I would be just as happy with a nice job in an office downtown with a good salary allowing me to do whatever I wanted. Own horses, go on vacations, etc. I've been thinking about that a lot lately.
