Vet Stories

I pulled off the main road, and onto a narrow band of bitumen that went up and up along a spur. The bitumen vanished, and I was racketing and rattling along a corrugated gravel road, swaying left and right to gently miss potholes. I cracked the windows down, and a fresh smell of forest filled […]

A little before I went away, I was called out to see an old dog. He was a big fellow, a husky type, just clipped for summer (they always look a bit funny after that!). His mum was worried about him… He had been licking one spot on front of his left foot for 2

The wind tugged at the house, then snuck in through the windows and knocked over a painting with a crash. Pearl was all of a tizzle, panting, anxious, pacing and walking, pupils dilated, ears up and stretched to hear the horrible evil crashes of thunder. I\’d been lost in my book until the crash, but

He was big, white, hairy, and super duper excited to see me – jumping up and down on the end of his lead, ignoring his mum\’s commands, wanting to jump all over me. I\’d seen him when he was a puppy, now he was a year old, and just as crazy. A lovely dog, but

I rolled into the yard, dry, dusty, the grass dead and brown. A tired old fibro house was perched on a small rise of dirt, shimmering under the hot, hot sun. The air-con in my van was flat out, and only just managing to keep the inside bearably cool. Two people gave me a lazy

Some people I see only once, a fleeting glimpse into their lives. One visit, meeting their pets, helping them with whatever it may be – disease prevention, a sick pet or maybe a very old one who needs a helping hand to the other side. Maybe they move away, or maybe they lose their pet

It\’s an interesting, diverse, challenging, heart warming and heart breaking job – or is it a calling? I look back over the years, thousands of animals, thousands of their people. Routine visits, just for a checkup, with smiles and laughter, happy pets, talking about the wonderful and funny things they do to enrich our human

We pulled a tick of our naughty, fluffy little dog monster yesterday. It\’s that time of year! The countryside is crawling with them, literally. I\’ve had two clients ring me in the last week with dogs who\’ve gone down with a tick. I\’ve had to send them both off to a veterinary hospital to have

\”Hi Ed, how are you?\” – I knew who it was straight away, one of our good friends from just down the road. \”Our old girl isn\’t seeming to be so happy, could you drop in to check her out for us?  It feels like she has a big lump in her neck. And we

The gate was old, rusty, the garden unkempt and overgrown. I walked in, along the path, and knocked on the front door. \”Come in, dear,\” quavered an old ladies voice from inside. \”I\’m not too good on my legs these days, or I\’d let you in.\” The house was old, and as neat as a