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Rang in 2017 on a barn floor treating a herd of goats mauled by loose dogs. Extra points to Megan for coming to help. Happy New Year!

“Yes, Im calling from the city of Morganton, we found an iPad engraved with Foothills Mobile Vet Service and this number in the median of the highway.” I definitely left it on the hood after my first farm. It still works. This is why I don’t have kids yet. Do they make life proof casesContinue reading “Not A Dad”

Client (while I was castrating bull calves): “The ladies are struggling with raising steers to eat, so we’re naming them after ex-husbands in the family.” #putthoseinthebucket 

I was at a farm examining a goat kid with diarrhea today. The owner was holding her 18 month blonde-hair, blue eyed son on her hip. He was sporting his teenage mutant ninja turtle underwear and no shirt (what the heck November weather?). I made several attempts to get him to talk or laugh withContinue reading “Diarrhea”

Making the decision to euthanize a horse, or any animal, is a deeply emotional and vulnerable time for an owner. Whether the decision has been planned in advance, or is made suddenly in a time of trauma, the pain and grief is immense and very real, even if it is the best option. With horses,Continue reading “Euthanasia”

Lawn mower recovered. Yellow jackets incinerated. If “fools running in crocs from a swarm of bees” were an Olympic event…Gold medal. Mercy.

Those 3 sweet words that make the sleep deprivation worthwhile…”Your colic pooped.” Yes, make those glorious meadow muffins!

Leaving a farm after the 11th hour tonight, Meg and I were both tired, hungry, and mentally wiped out. I smelled like a nice blend of urine, manure, decomp, and obstetrical lubricant. Unfortunately, I had exhausted my entire backup wardrobe throughout the day. Dinner out was simply not an option. Meg stayed surprisingly decent forContinue reading “Parking Lot Date”

That moment when you pull some cash out of your pocket to pay for lunch and a needle and syringe falls out. That’s…not mine…well, it is, but..forget it.