Every dog I see, I assess for back pain. More than half of them – maybe 60-70%, have at least one spot in their backs that is painful, compromised, not moving properly… When this happens the nervous system is compromised, and the bodies communication system is out of whack. This causes all sorts of problems […]
Back Pain in Dogs – The Hidden Disease Read More »
I see so many people whose dogs have no respect at all for their (the humans, that is!) personal space. The dogs simply barrel in and jump on them whenever they want to. Now- when you look at a group of dogs, there will always be a leader. The leader, by the way, is not
\”Outing\” your dog… Read More »
\”I\’d like you to come and give my two old dogs a check over, please… They seem to be slowing down, and not enjoying life as much as they used to.\” So I collected the details, and booked them in for a visit later in the week. It was a hot, dry day. Townsville, Brownsville,
The Magic Dog Diet Read More »
Nearly 20 years as a vet, and still losing a patient cuts to the quick. A paper cut, stinging discomfort at the back of my mind, worrying away and wondering what I could have done, would have done, how things might have been different, and a lovely old dog still alive, if only I had
You can\’t win them all… Read More »
I pulled up in the early morning light, the palm fronds gently swaying in the breeze above the besser block angles of the vet hospital. The front door was already open, the nurse for the day bustling about, gathering up some errant bits of fluff shed by animals with a broom, punctuated by the busy,
Bladder stones in a dog Read More »
I pulled up in the driveway, just another brick box in the endless dusty suburbia of Brownsville, steaming and shimmering under the merciless summer sun. The air con in my van was pumping, managing to keep me sort of cool. I steeled myself to open the door and step out into the thick, gluggy air.
An Old Horse Trainer Read More »
There were two quite distinct camps at vet school. The large animal crew, and the smallies mob. The large animal ones (I used to be one, back in the day) tended to favour redwing boots, wrangler jeans, and large felt hats. The smallies crowd were altogether better dressed (and, dare I say, better behaved as
I have been seeing an old, grumpy Rotti over the last month or so. \”I\’m worried about his eye- it\’s always full of thick, gunky green stuff, even when i clean it out regularly,\” his mum told me. He, a big Rotti, was carrying on like a pork chop in his cage, growling, barking, not
\”She\’s very old, and she just doesn\’t seem to be going so well…\” I could see that. She was simply skin and bones, and her whole body had locked up with arthritis- she could hardly move her head, as she watched me with calm and knowing, wise old eyes. Her mum unfolded the story of
I first worked as a vet in practice in Western Australia, around the area of Bunbury. It was sandy, sandy, sandy country. My dog at the time (Tally, a crazy and wonderful staffy) excavated huge holes in the sand of our back yard. And the horses all around the district ate a considerable amount of
