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At ten years old I spent some summer mornings catching goats for vaccinations and maneuvering through cow feces to keep up with the veterinarian and I still had a smile on my face. I grew up in the rural mountains of North Carolina. As a child, I remember my great grandmother and other relatives raising cattle, poultry, goats, and horses as a way to support their families. A host of dogs and cats were also around as companions. I was fascinated at the animals around me. I wanted to help care for and know everything I could about the animals I saw. My great aunt used to explain to me why she had cows and goats, and the importance of having the meat and milk to feed the family. This is where my interest in veterinary medicine started. I stopped being a spectator on the fence, and started joining the food animal veterinarian in the pasture to learn more about herd health.
So...is this an ok opening? Be critical. I honestly don't mind. Any ideas appreciated.
Thanks!
So...is this an ok opening? Be critical. I honestly don't mind. Any ideas appreciated.
Thanks!
