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There are those "firsts" in training, that, once accomplished, make you feel like you're really learning the art and craft of this thing.
And I just want to thank everyone. My mother. Mrs. Garrot, my 9th grade lit teacher. My basketball coach who walked out of the lockeroom after our 0-9 season, never to be seen again. My boss on a construction site who told me I was a **** carpenter and that I should go make a living talking to people...well I did.
It's just an amazing feeling that society has tasked me with rx-ing animals. No Sarcasm. I f'n wrote a rx for a cat today. And felt great about it.
And I just want to thank everyone. My mother. Mrs. Garrot, my 9th grade lit teacher. My basketball coach who walked out of the lockeroom after our 0-9 season, never to be seen again. My boss on a construction site who told me I was a **** carpenter and that I should go make a living talking to people...well I did.
It's just an amazing feeling that society has tasked me with rx-ing animals. No Sarcasm. I f'n wrote a rx for a cat today. And felt great about it.