I spoke to your cat, she said the “quality diet” that you are feeding comes from the dollar store.
I’m pretty sure you are overpaying for it.

Taking the uncertainty out of veterinary medicine
I spoke to your cat, she said the “quality diet” that you are feeding comes from the dollar store.
I’m pretty sure you are overpaying for it.
I spoke to your dog, he is aware that he isn’t a wolf and has never had to catch his dinner. So let’s not feed him like he’s a T-Rex- ok?
Oh- you thought your dog looked like the dog on the commercial? I see a 115lb Lab with bad knees and stinky ears, what do you see?
2:20am: How can I help?
“I think I ran over my cat!”
Ok-bring him in and we can try and help
“I can’t reach him- he’s still under the car!”
Can you pull forward?
(Click)
I spoke to your dog, he doesn’t trust your”gut” feeling on when to give insulin.
Oh- you’re a nurse. Please don’t tell me where you work.
I spoke to your dog, he will try and swallow a bully stick every time. Stop giving them to him.
3:20am: How can I help?
“Will you report me if I bring my dog in?”
Not sure what you mean?
“I’m drunk…and I want to bring my dog in…”
Yes
(Click)
4:15am: How can I help?
“What time do you open?”
We are open now
“I know that clearly, I’m talking to you! But what time do you open in the morning!”
I don’t know how to answer that.
I spoke to your dog, he doesn’t need fake balls.
Ever.
This is a strange one- everyone understands how hard it is to let go of a pet when the time comes, but this was the first time I couldn’t convince the owners that their dog was dead.
I get a call around 11pm on a Friday evening.
11pm: How can I help
“Our dog isn’t doing well, he seems dehydrated?”
Ok-bring him in and we will take a look.
“You can fix him right?”
Come in and we will take a look, ok?
“Ok- but we aren’t ready for him to die”
About an hour later, an early 90s Prius quietly pulls into the parking lot. The owners walk in with a cooler. Strange I think to myself as the nurse seats them in a room. I walk in to see an older couple holding a cooler. Hoping to find a 6 pack of Hawaiian Punch- I was shocked to see their decrepit Sheltie mix board stiff on a bed of ice.
I looked in the cooler- then back at the owners- back at the cooler-then back at the owners. They clearly had to know their dog was dead, right?
Hi, I’m Jason, one of the doctors, what is going on this evening?
“Our dog is sick- he has kidney disease, can you give him subcutaneous fluids?”
Ummm, he’s dead.
“No he’s not, he just needs fluids to perk up”
Now at this point I realized that what was the truth, and what the people perceived as the truth was going to be a sticking point.
I can’t give your dead dog fluids, if you would like to try another emergency clinic maybe they will.
“Our dog isn’t dead, you are a liar, and we are leaving.”
Good luck
30 minutes later I get a call from another clinic where my friend was working.
“Hey man- did you send a dead dog over for SQ fluids?”
Yes-why?
“I hate you”
Haha!
1:30am How can I help?
“Our dog isn’t doing well and we think it’s time to euthanize”
I’m sorry, come down and we can help
“Oh really, I thought you would want to charge us”