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Throwing Your Relationship Out With The Dog Water

, , , , | Related | January 14, 2021

My mom has a history of giving animals away when they turn out to have a flaw or when she grows tired of them. I hate this habit, especially since I grew close to a certain dog and she gave her away just because she got old.

When I move out, I finally get my own dog. He’s up there in years. One day, I start noticing that he’s not eating or pooping, so I take him to the vet. She finds some of my hair in his intestines — I have really long, thick hair — and does surgery on him to get it out.

A few months later, I need to go on a business trip, and I ask my mom to take care of my dog. When I come back, though, I notice that he’s not around. 

Me: “Where’s [Dog]?”

Mom: “Oh, I gave him back to the shelter.”

Me: “YOU WHAT?! MOM, HE WASN’T EVEN YOUR DOG! THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH HIM! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS TO ALL OUR PETS! HE DIDN’T EVEN BELONG TO YOU! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS! I’LL NEVER ASK YOU TO PET SIT FOR ME AGAIN! I WANT YOU TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW!”

Mom: *Pauses* “You’re right. It was a stupid thing to do. But in my defense, he’s old.”

I called around and finally heard from a shelter known for killing their animals, and when I explained what happened, they gave him back to me with an apology and admitted they probably should have investigated a little more.

I still haven’t spoken to my mom in almost four years. My dog is doing well and has recovered from his ordeal. I still haven’t forgiven my mom for all the crap she’s pulled. If you choose to take care of an animal, you are responsible for it. Don’t give an animal away just because it’s getting old, or you’re moving, or getting another pet, or even having a baby. It’s wrong and cruel to the animal and everyone who loves it.


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Don’t Go Down That Conversational Hole

, , , , | Right | December 29, 2020

There are some people in the world who just want to complain or feel entitled to things. There is a woman who happens to be a cousin of one of the more senior veterinarians on staff. She is in her early thirties and has several dogs that come to see us.

Coworker: “Hi! Is there anything we can do for you?”

She stands from the lobby bench and approaches the desk.

Woman: “Well, you did check us in, didn’t you?”

Coworker: “Yes! I was just wondering if there was anything else we could do for you today?”

Woman: “No! You know, I can’t keep getting up and down like this! My pelvis is out of place!”

Coworker: “I’m so sorry! That must be very uncomfortable for you.”

Woman: “Well, basically, someone pulled me into a hole when I was getting in the truck.”

Coworker: “Oh, no! I’m sorry that happened.”

Woman: “Yeah, well, we’re not going to talk about it!”

You brought it up, lady! I can’t wait until this particular vet retires so we don’t have to cater to his family anymore. For the record, he’s very frustrated by them, too.

Getting To The Root Of The Entitlement Problem

, , , , , , | Right | December 28, 2020

I work for a vet and pet groomers. It is near the beginning of the global health crisis and a lot of non-essential businesses are shut down, such as hair salons. However, our veterinary practice is still open, and as a result, we are able to take bookings for basic cleaning for most domestic pets.

A middle-aged woman comes in with the look that you know she’s going to be trouble. She is wearing oversized sunglasses, she’s carrying an angry-looking Pomeranian in a designer bag, and she has THAT hairstyle.

Customer: “Your grooming salon is still open?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. We can do basic bathing and shampoo duties. For your little—”

Customer: “How much will you charge me?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. I was about to say, for Toy Dog breeds, we charge—”

Customer: “No! Not the dog. Me. How much will you charge for me?”

Me: “I’m not sure I understand.”

She just stares at me for a moment, and even though her sunglasses are obscuring her eyes, I know she is looking me up and down. Then, she puts her bag down and bends over slightly, showing me her scalp.

Customer: “My roots are beginning to show. I need you to put my color back in.”

Me: “You want me to redo your highlights?”

Customer: “Yes! Finally, you understand. How much? Can we do it now? I’m on a schedule.”

Me: “Ma’am, I can bathe and shampoo your dog, and your dog only! I can’t do humans, and I certainly can’t do coloring! We don’t even do that to the dogs!”

Customer: “But the salons have been closed for weeks! I’m desperate! I can’t go out in public like this!”

Me: “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. You’ll just have to manage on your own for a while.”

Customer: “Not even a shampoo or conditioning?”

Me: “No, ma’am. Dogs only.”

Customer: “This is ridiculous!”

She tuts, takes the dog out of her bag, and begins to stomp off.

Me: “Ma’am! Your Pomeranian!”

Customer: “Oh, that thing isn’t mine; I just used it to get in here. I found it tied to the post outside the store across the street.”

And with that, she was gone. In a moment of shock, I locked eyes with the little fluff ball, who was just sitting there staring at me nonchalantly. Then, I realized that its leash seemed to have been cut off from the end, almost as if an entitled woman had cut it from a post with a pair of scissors…

Thankfully, I was able to make a mad dash to the convenience store across the street and inform a panicking woman who had lost her little dog that I was about to make her day.


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That’s Not Innie Problem At All

, , , , | Healthy | December 19, 2020

This happens many years ago with my first cat. I’ve already had her as part of the family for several years, but when I move out on my own, she becomes my sole responsibility.

One day, I am rubbing her belly like usual and I feel a strange lump. I can’t figure out what it could be, so I call the vet in order to have her checked out, worried it might be a tumor. I take her in the next day and the vet looks her over.

Me: “Is she going to be okay?”

Vet: *Giggles* “Yes, she’s totally fine. That’s her belly button.”

And that’s how I found out my cat had an outie!

Cone Of Anger

, , , , | Right | November 13, 2020

I am a kennel tech at the vet clinic where I work. Part of my job is to run animals in and out for appointments. We are not letting clients in for health and safety reasons; they have to call to check in and out. Pickup time is between 4:30 and 5:30 pm for spay and neuter surgery. I bring a man’s dog out after he has paid, as well as post-op instructions and pain meds.

Me: “Here’s your baby. And she did very well. Didn’t hear a peep out of her all day.”

Client: “I don’t have a cone for her. Can you guys give me one?”

Me: “Absolutely. We sell them for around $12. You’ll have to call in again so they can charge your card for the cone.”

Suddenly, the man’s whole demeanor changes from generally okay to rage. 

Client: “For Christ’s f****** sake. Just give me the d*** papers!”

I stood there slack-jawed in shock at the sudden attitude. I handed him the papers and walked away. 

We understand that the phone check-in is inconvenient, but we are just trying to safely do our jobs during this health crisis.