Month: July 2020

I spoke to your dog, he’s not a “chiweeniedoodle”…he’s a chihuahua. He doesn’t have papers and couldn’t pick his parents out of a lineup. He said we can shave for a catheter, because he’s not a show dog.

I spoke to your dog, that poop you searched for in the backyard to find…to show me…isn’t his.

I spoke to your dog, he’s concerned…you brought him in for vomiting, declined x-rays. ” let’s wait and see”…and now you just asked if I thought he would make it through the night.

I spoke to your dog, he doesn’t know what “cancer” test you are talking about either.

Oh-the straight forward, cheap and easy test that tells us if it’s cancer or not…

Gotcha

I spoke to your dog, he ate a peach pit and is obstructed. The fact that he still pooped doesn’t change anything.

I spoke to your dog, he hasn’t had bloodwork in years…he understands that “recent” means something different to you.

I spoke to your dog, the veterinarian “friend” that you are getting advice from is a server at Pizza Hut that worked as a kennel attendant 20 years ago.

I spoke to the dog you found injured…he doesn’t have an owner…because he’s a coyote.

I spoke to your dog, he’s fine. He’s worried about you-this isn’t the first time you got smashed drunk, stared at him, and then took him in to emergency.

I spoke to your dog, he said that if you can’t tell which leg is painful…you shouldn’t be going in at 3am.