Category Archives: veterinary

Right on cue, all the animals go into labor or go down in the midst of the toad-chokin’ spring rain. It has been a few long, muddy and bloody days that wear on the mind, but grateful for the rain and a few hours this afternoon to visit with out of town friends. On theContinue reading “RAIN”

Alright vet and ruminant nerds. I was on the phone with a client who paged me about a goat that was down and lateral and I gave my usual ‘get her sternal’ spiel until I can get to the farm. I get off the phone and my wife, who has heard this spiel a millionContinue reading “Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox”

We arrived a few minutes early to our first stop Monday morning. We were scheduled to castrate a miniature stallion. We drove through the trailer park down to a prefabricated metal carport with a gray pony under it. There are bloody mannequin heads hanging from the carport and this decapitation scene staged right beside it.Continue reading “What the…”

“We put some colostomy down ‘er”. I love working in the hills. Colostrum. Colostrum. The mom’s first milk.  Not a bag of shit.

Me: “So you do most of the cooking?” Client: “Psshtt, me in the kitchen is like a hog in a hotel.” That’s a new one for me. I’m more accustomed to the bull in the china shop. Never stop learning.

23 degrees outside and we’re heading to A.I. heifers. It seemed like a decent idea when we set them up at 70 degrees 10 days ago. On the bright side, no wind and no precipitation. Insulated everything. Happy Friday.

“Hey Doc, there’s a dead bird in the grill of your vehicle.” Well, that certainly doesn’t look good. Ain’t dead until you’re warm and dead.

“Doc, this calf is coming backwards, squarely out of the <hindend> of Satan.” I haven’t laughed that hard in a while. He wasn’t kidding! That one ranks high on the list of crazy, possessed heifers. Mercy.

A client just sent me a photo of her adorable 2.5 years old granddaughter with a thermometer inserted under her stuffed horse’s tail. Apparently her mother was a little concerned, but little Claire told her, “that’s what the vet does, mommy.” She’s always quiet and shy when I’m on the farm, but obviously she’s watchingContinue reading “They’re Watching”