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I don't remember that one. But I watched a lot of Japanese cartoons when I lived there. Like Anpanman and several others I can't remember the name of.
Anpanman and doraemon are like timeless classics. They've been around forever, and even my toddler nieces and nephews still watch them today.
 
I also freaking LOVE Bob Ross.
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Dear all dogs that come to my practice,
We would like to express our concern about your eating practices. Particularly your definition of food. Kibble is food. Tennis balls aren't. Treats are food. Underwear isn't. Even scraps from the dinner table are food. Toys are not. Please keep this in mind. Several of your colleagues have already made dire mistakes and we'd like to make sure that you do not fall victim to this epidemic.
Sincerely,
Dyachei and practice
 
Apparently, the Grim Reaper needed an assistant today and chose me. This morning I had to euthanize a hbc turtle, a dog attacked squirrel, a emaciated owl with a severely shattered wing, and a sick dove 🙁 Usually baby season is worse with deaths, but there must be something in the air...
 
Dear all dogs that come to my practice,
We would like to express our concern about your eating practices. Particularly your definition of food. Kibble is food. Tennis balls aren't. Treats are food. Underwear isn't. Even scraps from the dinner table are food. Toys are not. Please keep this in mind. Several of your colleagues have already made dire mistakes and we'd like to make sure that you do not fall victim to this epidemic.
Sincerely,
Dyachei and practice
Or in my dog's case.. RAZOR BLADES ARE NOT FOOD. 😡
He ran in my bathroom the other day, hopped in the shower, jumped up and grabbed my razor off of the top shelf and brought it downstairs to chew. I grabbed the razor end out of his mouth and now I keep the bathroom door shut...
 
Or in my dog's case.. RAZOR BLADES ARE NOT FOOD. 😡
He ran in my bathroom the other day, hopped in the shower, jumped up and grabbed my razor off of the top shelf and brought it downstairs to chew. I grabbed the razor end out of his mouth and now I keep the bathroom door shut...
3 foreign bodies in the last week. 3. and we're a new practice that is still growing, so we don't see a ton of patients every week. it's ridiculous
 
3 foreign bodies in the last week. 3. and we're a new practice that is still growing, so we don't see a ton of patients every week. it's ridiculous
🙁 Silly dogs. Don't they know what's good for them?

I'm really glad I caught my fluff butt before he swallowed it. He also pooped out a cat toy several months ago.
 
🙁 Silly dogs. Don't they know what's good for them?

I'm really glad I caught my fluff butt before he swallowed it. He also pooped out a cat toy several months ago.
The latest we are hoping that fluids and management will handle it. But the first required a gastrotomy and the second was euthanized with a perforated colon. I will usually see maybe 1 every 2 months
 
Or in my dog's case.. RAZOR BLADES ARE NOT FOOD. 😡
He ran in my bathroom the other day, hopped in the shower, jumped up and grabbed my razor off of the top shelf and brought it downstairs to chew. I grabbed the razor end out of his mouth and now I keep the bathroom door shut...

OMG!! So bad!! My rescue boy decided to chew a giant hole in the side of his heavy duty plastic crate, escape, and then eat a whole bottle of fish oil pills. He had projectile diarrhea for days. He's also eaten a package of sugar free gum and a whole bag of skittles (his poop and vomit was literally rainbow). Sooooo bad!
 
My cat is like a velcro cat. I love her and am glad she wants to be around me, but she makes it nearly impossible to get anything done!
 
My cat is like a velcro cat. I love her and am glad she wants to be around me, but she makes it nearly impossible to get anything done!
Perfect way to sum up my cat... I've been fighting off my little tuxedo female who chooses to be freakin needy whenever I'm trying to get work done.

"Oh, you're studying biochem? That's cute... *plants self on chest/lap/laptop/desk/keyboard/anything productive* PET ME NOW HOOMAN!"

Meanwhile my dog is passed out at my feet and could care less...
 
Perfect way to sum up my cat... I've been fighting off my little tuxedo female who chooses to be freakin needy whenever I'm trying to get work done.

"Oh, you're studying biochem? That's cute... *plants self on chest/lap/laptop/desk/keyboard/anything productive* PET ME NOW HOOMAN!"

Meanwhile my dog is passed out at my feet and could care less...

Mine was (we assume) weaned from her mom too early before we adopted her from the Humane Society. She is 13 now, but never broke the habit, and continues to attempt to suckle your fingers constantly whenever she is feeling needy. Any time you move places in the house, she proceeds to follow you to your new spot, and pester you until she finally curls up and goes to sleep next to you or on top of you. Just don't try moving, because if she isn't touching you anymore, the world might end.
 
So the MS I was a part of was brand new so they had me make a promo video.

Beside the fact that my mental image of what I look and sound like has no basis in reality, the video was shot around graduation and I was 3 months post partum and had a whole 20-30 extra pounds still. They also shot part of it in a warm room at the lab and I was apparently a shiny sweaty mess.

On the farm, my poor goat was 2-3 weeks fresh and had cut one of her teats so I'm milking one handed and it makes it look like I don't know what I'm doing, nevermind they only shot once her bag was near empty so she just looks pathetic instead of looking like the monster milker she is. My horse had burrs in her mane and forelock and yeah... I just think I look like a mess.

The biggest problem is me. My perception of self is just really not right. I am very confused looking in mirrors all the time. It's not a weight issue it's nose shape and size, cheekbone placement, eye shape and size... like I just think I look completely different in my head. I couldn't even tell you how I think I look, I'm just surprised by the mirror and photos and the video.

I'm supposed to tell them what I think of it and I'm trying to get over the dislike of what I look like to judge it fairly... besides sounding deep and manly, I think I sound intelligent enough to represent the program well, I think.
 
So the MS I was a part of was brand new so they had me make a promo video.

Beside the fact that my mental image of what I look and sound like has no basis in reality, the video was shot around graduation and I was 3 months post partum and had a whole 20-30 extra pounds still. They also shot part of it in a warm room at the lab and I was apparently a shiny sweaty mess.

On the farm, my poor goat was 2-3 weeks fresh and had cut one of her teats so I'm milking one handed and it makes it look like I don't know what I'm doing, nevermind they only shot once her bag was near empty so she just looks pathetic instead of looking like the monster milker she is. My horse had burrs in her mane and forelock and yeah... I just think I look like a mess.

The biggest problem is me. My perception of self is just really not right. I am very confused looking in mirrors all the time. It's not a weight issue it's nose shape and size, cheekbone placement, eye shape and size... like I just think I look completely different in my head. I couldn't even tell you how I think I look, I'm just surprised by the mirror and photos and the video.

I'm supposed to tell them what I think of it and I'm trying to get over the dislike of what I look like to judge it fairly... besides sounding deep and manly, I think I sound intelligent enough to represent the program well, I think.

I'm sure you look beautiful. Happy thoughts ️ I know it can be difficult to see your own beauty at times, but I am 100% sure it is there.
 
It's not a pretty or not thing (mostly). I think I just think I look like a different person than my mental image.

The weight and sweat suck, but what throws me off is just that in my head I look different. Not better or worse. Just different.
 
How's this: It's like I distinctly remember doing something but when I watch the video, there is my sister's face and voice. Familiar, but not mine.

Sometimes I think it's a form of face blindness, because I do it with other people too. I recognize them by certain features but everything else seems new or different.

I needed glasses but nobody recognized it until 3rd or 4th grade, so sometimes I think my visual /social training got thrown off.
 
Dear all dogs that come to my practice,
We would like to express our concern about your eating practices. Particularly your definition of food. Kibble is food. Tennis balls aren't. Treats are food. Underwear isn't. Even scraps from the dinner table are food. Toys are not. Please keep this in mind. Several of your colleagues have already made dire mistakes and we'd like to make sure that you do not fall victim to this epidemic.
Sincerely,
Dyachei and practice

Dear all dogs that come into Dyachei's practice,

Please ignore her advice and keep me in business.

Sincerely,
LIS and crew
 
Dear all dogs that come into Dyachei's practice,

Please ignore her advice and keep me in business.

Sincerely,
LIS and crew
Dear all dogs that come into dyacheis practice,

Please abstain from eating objects on the weeks jmo is on call for surgery at a local referral practice. She loves sleeing and not getting called on.

Sincerely,
Jmo
 
Dear all dogs that come into dyacheis practice,

Please abstain from eating objects on the weeks jmo is on call for surgery at a local referral practice. She loves sleeing and not getting called on.

Sincerely,
Jmo
I didn't refer any of them to you guys 😛
 
Never been to Colorado 🙁 The only time I saw snow in my life was when I interviewed at Western and drove in the mountains to see it. It's the GPVEC, and Google Maps just says that's "Clay Center, NE." I'm just dragging my feet because I will likely never ever use winter clothes again in my entire life and I'm not exactly made of money.

Had a long conversation with my mum the other day about the ridiculousness of the money vet students are expected to spend. Oh, you've spent the last two years in scrubs? Well, you need to buy some nice business clothes that will get urinated on, defecated on, and puked on in clinics. Oh, you've been using sneakers for equine labs the last two years? You better get some paddock boots or hiking boots for the whole 4 weeks of equine you'll be doing. You don't want to do cattle the rest of your life? You still need a minimum of 3 pairs of coveralls. I totally understand the requirements, but that doesn't stop me from being grumpy about the money I'm forced to spend that I don't have. I guess I should be happy that I haven't quite hit $200k in student loans yet!


Can you sell the stuff you're not going to use again to the people in the classes below you? I'm sure someone would be interested in buying used coveralls if they're only going to be using them for a few weeks. Might be a way to get back some of the money you're shelling out.
 
Can you sell the stuff you're not going to use again to the people in the classes below you? I'm sure someone would be interested in buying used coveralls if they're only going to be using them for a few weeks. Might be a way to get back some of the money you're shelling out.
Yup. And that's what I'll be doing. I found a classmate to actually borrow an extra pair of coveralls from instead of buying them, which definitely helps.
 
My patient this morning was listed as "New 3/6 murmur." Older mixed breed.

She is leaving this afternoon with a diagnosis of 3rd degree AV block and possible hemangiosarcoma. Crap!
 
Even during vet school, age 24-28 for me... I'd go to an R rated movie and when they'd ask for ID, I would give my school ID thinking they needed to verify my student status. Nope they needed my driver's license.

I'm 30 now, and my bangs somehow sprouted so much gray hair in my first two years of practice. I don't even get carded for alcohol sometimes anymore. I used to wonder what it would be like for people to actually not think I was in high school. Now, I'm like, "wait! Wait!!! You didn't card me!!!!!!!!'"

Just wait until the young whippersnappers at Dunkin Donuts start automatically giving you the senior citizen discount when you're still at least ten years away from qualifying...
 
Ugh... When you just have 4 more SOAPs to write after a busy day (not very complicated at all, just needs to be done)... and you just can't get yourself to do them. And after each one you keep writing stupid posts on SDN just so you don't have to. Really would take 15 min max if I just concentrate....
 
My mom called me tonight and sounded upset. At first I was thinking, "What or who died?" Luckily it wasn't that serious, but I was informed that my brother found some bed bugs in his apartment when he was packing. We were all going to his place tomorrow to move him two hours away for his new job so now the plans are TBD.

He previously lived with me for five years and I was a little crazy about checking for bed bugs and other urban pests so I know he didn't bring them into his current apartment. He doesn't want to contact his landlord because the lease puts the responsibility on the tenant for paying for extermination. I call horse **** on that. In Columbus you can call a city number and find out if there have been any previous complaints filed for a building. Dollars to donuts, there are multiple complaints on file. Seriously, the first time I saw his building, his fellow tenants, and the location (he's located across an alley from an open homeless shelter) I knew he was going to end up with some kind of pest issue.

I bet he's wishing he had taken my offer to continue living with me in a bigger place in the suburbs now.

Bed bugs are one of the few types of insects that absolutely disgust and enrage me. They're expensive to get rid of and until someone can associate them with a disease, people won't take exterminating them seriously so they'll just persist and spread to new dwellings. Columbus is one of the top cities in the country for bed bugs too, so in a way, if you're a serial renter you're bound to come across them at some point. That fact makes my skin crawl and that's why I still check mattresses, baseboards, outlets, etc. for signs of infestation. Gross. Gross. Gross. :barf:
 
My mom called me tonight and sounded upset. At first I was thinking, "What or who died?" Luckily it wasn't that serious, but I was informed that my brother found some bed bugs in his apartment when he was packing. We were all going to his place tomorrow to move him two hours away for his new job so now the plans are TBD.

He previously lived with me for five years and I was a little crazy about checking for bed bugs and other urban pests so I know he didn't bring them into his current apartment. He doesn't want to contact his landlord because the lease puts the responsibility on the tenant for paying for extermination. I call horse **** on that. In Columbus you can call a city number and find out if there have been any previous complaints filed for a building. Dollars to donuts, there are multiple complaints on file. Seriously, the first time I saw his building, his fellow tenants, and the location (he's located across an alley from an open homeless shelter) I knew he was going to end up with some kind of pest issue.

I bet he's wishing he had taken my offer to continue living with me in a bigger place in the suburbs now.

Bed bugs are one of the few types of insects that absolutely disgust and enrage me. They're expensive to get rid of and until someone can associate them with a disease, people won't take exterminating them seriously so they'll just persist and spread to new dwellings. Columbus is one of the top cities in the country for bed bugs too, so in a way, if you're a serial renter you're bound to come across them at some point. That fact makes my skin crawl and that's why I still check mattresses, baseboards, outlets, etc. for signs of infestation. Gross. Gross. Gross. :barf:

That's awful!! I hate bedbugs too. Never had them in my apartment, but I got eaten alive by them in a hotel once (EWWW). Woke up at 4 AM itching like crazy. I tried to get my money back, but no luck. And to top it off, I got into it with the hotel manager because he accused me of making it all up just to get a free night, and claimed that I brought them with me from my house since they "hadn't seen bedbugs in their establishment in over a year" lol.
I feel that way about roaches. I feel like they are the most vile, disgusting things ever (which is sad, because I just read a paper about how roaches have very complex social systems with unique personalities and roles within the group). Even though I hate them, I still trap them under a cup and let them go outside.. I can't bring myself to kill them lol. I hope your brother gets things figured out!
 
That RD life. Halloween on a Saturday after a home football game. Abso-freaking-lutely ridiculous. Pro-tip: it's a bad idea to be walking around the hall with the booze in your hand on a dry campus.
 
Set my phone alarm for 7:30 because I have a buttload of studying to do for my exams this week.. alarm went off at "7:30," then promptly changed to 8:30.... :rage: Sometimes I really dislike DST..
 
This is the message I sent to the admissions office at RVC. I'm probably beating a dead horse and consider my chances at that school around 1% because I'm in a wheelchair, but I wanted to speak my mind. The fact that this is all occurring after being granted an interview is mind-blowing. Had I not notated that I use a wheelchair in the interview accommodations section, I would have shown up to the interview to meet an entirely unsuspecting committee.


Dear ______,

Thanks for your response, and while I understand that you are just a messenger, I would like to offer some food for thought. I will also wait for a call from the disability officer next week.

The unambiguous DDA Guidance document is archaic at best, and unbelievably discriminatory at worst. Have you read the example used for wheelchair accommodations? It’s really comical. Even so, the stance is “An individual who is permanently based in a wheelchair would be unable to demonstrate the full range of Day One Competences, and would not therefore be able to graduate with the registerable veterinary degree.”

This blanket statement does not take into account the spectrum of disability and wheelchair users. Take two individuals: one is a quadriplegic, paralyzed from the neck down, and steers a 68 kg power chair by puffing into a straw, and the other is a paraplegic with full use of his upper body, steering around a 7 kg manual wheelchair with ease. Those are two entirely different levels of disability, and as expected, two entirely different people with extraordinarily disparate abilities. For an institution and country that seems to be tolerant of disability, this is completely overlooked in the DDA Guidance document. Yet, an individual with monocular vision who has decreased peripheral field of view and visual acuity may be able to attend your school?

As an athlete who trains at the Paralympic level, I can tell you right now (not in a boastful way) that I am likely in better physical shape and have greater strength than a number of your current vet students. If an extremely short, tiny, frail woman applied to your veterinary program and was accepted, how would she fare in the realm of large animal manipulation and restrain? Would you not let her into the program because she was weak and would likely need assistance? Probably not.

I urge the RVC to look at a number of US vet schools with wheelchair users currently in attendance. The big question is: are the specific tasks that I am unable to accomplish due to my disability absolutely necessary to become a successful doctor? I’m not naïve, and I totally understand minimum competences that exist in all medicine, human or animal. I’m also a realist. If I was a quadriplegic and paralyzed from the neck down, pursuing a career in brain surgery would be unrealistic. But, I know I am not only capable of becoming an impactful and good veterinarian, but eagerly await adapting to environments and making things work; I do it every single day of my life.

Guidelines are never set in stone, and if you haven’t had a wheelchair user enrolled yet, maybe it’s time. Nonetheless, if your institution is going to deny me the chance to explore the thousands of possible opportunities in the field of veterinary medicine because I cannot restrain a large animal, than that is truly sad.

Sincerely,
_________
 
This is the message I sent to the admissions office at RVC. I'm probably beating a dead horse and consider my chances at that school around 1% because I'm in a wheelchair, but I wanted to speak my mind. The fact that this is all occurring after being granted an interview is mind-blowing. Had I not notated that I use a wheelchair in the interview accommodations section, I would have shown up to the interview to meet an entirely unsuspecting committee.


Dear ______,

Thanks for your response, and while I understand that you are just a messenger, I would like to offer some food for thought. I will also wait for a call from the disability officer next week.

The unambiguous DDA Guidance document is archaic at best, and unbelievably discriminatory at worst. Have you read the example used for wheelchair accommodations? It’s really comical. Even so, the stance is “An individual who is permanently based in a wheelchair would be unable to demonstrate the full range of Day One Competences, and would not therefore be able to graduate with the registerable veterinary degree.”

This blanket statement does not take into account the spectrum of disability and wheelchair users. Take two individuals: one is a quadriplegic, paralyzed from the neck down, and steers a 68 kg power chair by puffing into a straw, and the other is a paraplegic with full use of his upper body, steering around a 7 kg manual wheelchair with ease. Those are two entirely different levels of disability, and as expected, two entirely different people with extraordinarily disparate abilities. For an institution and country that seems to be tolerant of disability, this is completely overlooked in the DDA Guidance document. Yet, an individual with monocular vision who has decreased peripheral field of view and visual acuity may be able to attend your school?

As an athlete who trains at the Paralympic level, I can tell you right now (not in a boastful way) that I am likely in better physical shape and have greater strength than a number of your current vet students. If an extremely short, tiny, frail woman applied to your veterinary program and was accepted, how would she fare in the realm of large animal manipulation and restrain? Would you not let her into the program because she was weak and would likely need assistance? Probably not.

I urge the RVC to look at a number of US vet schools with wheelchair users currently in attendance. The big question is: are the specific tasks that I am unable to accomplish due to my disability absolutely necessary to become a successful doctor? I’m not naïve, and I totally understand minimum competences that exist in all medicine, human or animal. I’m also a realist. If I was a quadriplegic and paralyzed from the neck down, pursuing a career in brain surgery would be unrealistic. But, I know I am not only capable of becoming an impactful and good veterinarian, but eagerly await adapting to environments and making things work; I do it every single day of my life.

Guidelines are never set in stone, and if you haven’t had a wheelchair user enrolled yet, maybe it’s time. Nonetheless, if your institution is going to deny me the chance to explore the thousands of possible opportunities in the field of veterinary medicine because I cannot restrain a large animal, than that is truly sad.

Sincerely,
_________

Well written. Did you already send it?
 
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