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No euthanasias today! Also, I honestly believe I did not get peed on or pooped on by ANYTHING today. Not one single creature.
Memorable:
- The seizing boxer. We doped him to the gills so he wouldn't do it again, and this left his body somewhat confused and uncoordinated. He was game to try walking, though. He didn't seem to notice or care whether he was walking on the tops or bottoms of his front feet, and if he stood still for more than a few seconds he'd list to the right and wind up sitting down suddenly, but boy did he like being outdoors, giving the whole walking thing a good old try and turning his face to the sun. That was the only time he ever shut up. Aside from the incessant barking, though, he was a good-natured dog, friendly with everyone. Or maybe all of that was the drugs. We gave him the good stuff, man.
- The kitty with a belly full of surgical staples and a big feeding tube sticking out of her neck, who was craving affection. She kept trying to scrape her head (and her whole side) against hands, faces, elbows, cage doors, etc, to the point that she needed to have her neck bandage protected from her enthusiasm. Her owners also reported they'd had to get her down from the top of the fridge to bring her in. I think somebody forgot to tell that cat she was supposed to be sick.
- The rabbit with half of her body coated in seriously foul-smelling slime. She was a sweet rabbit, relatively calm, with soft fur (on the front end) and a hankering for ear scritches. Boy did we spend some time on cleanup for that one. I have no idea what her medical trouble was, but I hope it clears up, because already the slime had started to give her skin some problems.
Even the angry cat whose owner came in bearing battle wounds didn't scratch me. I pried her out of her carrier, weighed her, stuck a thermometer where she didn't want it to go, and took her pulse and respiration rate, and she didn't attack even once. I don't know how I got so fortunate today, but I'm not complaining, not one tiny bit.
Memorable:
- The seizing boxer. We doped him to the gills so he wouldn't do it again, and this left his body somewhat confused and uncoordinated. He was game to try walking, though. He didn't seem to notice or care whether he was walking on the tops or bottoms of his front feet, and if he stood still for more than a few seconds he'd list to the right and wind up sitting down suddenly, but boy did he like being outdoors, giving the whole walking thing a good old try and turning his face to the sun. That was the only time he ever shut up. Aside from the incessant barking, though, he was a good-natured dog, friendly with everyone. Or maybe all of that was the drugs. We gave him the good stuff, man.
- The kitty with a belly full of surgical staples and a big feeding tube sticking out of her neck, who was craving affection. She kept trying to scrape her head (and her whole side) against hands, faces, elbows, cage doors, etc, to the point that she needed to have her neck bandage protected from her enthusiasm. Her owners also reported they'd had to get her down from the top of the fridge to bring her in. I think somebody forgot to tell that cat she was supposed to be sick.
- The rabbit with half of her body coated in seriously foul-smelling slime. She was a sweet rabbit, relatively calm, with soft fur (on the front end) and a hankering for ear scritches. Boy did we spend some time on cleanup for that one. I have no idea what her medical trouble was, but I hope it clears up, because already the slime had started to give her skin some problems.
Even the angry cat whose owner came in bearing battle wounds didn't scratch me. I pried her out of her carrier, weighed her, stuck a thermometer where she didn't want it to go, and took her pulse and respiration rate, and she didn't attack even once. I don't know how I got so fortunate today, but I'm not complaining, not one tiny bit.
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(Our little kitty was very good, too, though she Really Did Not Like being held still for IV fluids.)
(Speaking of which, you might know: They told us that if the lump of fluid was not entirely absorbed by tomorrow, we should wait until the following day to give her more. As best as I could tell, it was all gone just a couple of hours later. Do you have any idea if that's plausible, or if I should I assume it's there and I'm not feeling it?)
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The fluid lump disappearing in just a couple of hours is totally normal for the kitties I've done.
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Yup --
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I briefly saw somebody who reminded me of
How do you pronounce Eowyn's name? The senior tech that day pronounced it "A-O win", sort of like replacing "kay" with "win" in "A-OK". I figured she was probably closer than I was, so I took up her way of saying it.
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Yeah, that's pretty much the pronunciation we use. I've not seen Tolkien's guides for pronouncing it, but I'm pretty sure that's how the movies did it, and I think they were pretty good about that.
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