petdoctor

A Cornelia veterinarian explores rich memories of becoming a veterinarian, her veterinary education,and people and places along the way. Gain insights into the daily life of a small animal veterinarian in northeast Georgia.

Friday, August 25, 2006

Paralytic With Fear

Recently following a physical examination (my exam by an MD), the physician told me he would discuss the exam in his office across the hall. I have been a patient in this medical practice since 1981, and never have I discussed anything in any of the doctor's offices.

I was really shook up. What horrible disease had been discovered during the physical exam that had to be discussed in his office? I was so shaky, I could hardly walk into the next office. This was just like in the movies, and now the bad news was going to be delivered.

Fortunately, my imagination had gotten out of control. I did not receive life threatening news, the doctor merely had several veterinary questions for me.

Standard Poodles


Here is a wonderful picture of Samantha, a black standard poodle, and our oldest son, Philip Wellington at two years of age. They are in the lawn at the original Northeast Veterinary Hospital in Baldwin, Georgia. Philip in his red one piece and Samantha in her dense black coat. Both Samantha & her family are deceased now, but I remember them fondly.

Isabelle and Andrew are my two current favorite standard poodles. Is it politically correct for a veterinarian to have a favorite standard poodle? They are absolutely personality plus, and when they are prancing through the reception area at NEVH after they have been groomed, everyone is totally impressed. One client once asked if they were real.

Everyone at Northeast Veterinary Hospital absolutely dotes on Isabelle and Andrew. Recently, they arrived for their grooming appointments with their haircoats in less than poodle condition. Their mother quickly informed me they were in a mess because they had spent the morning in the "poodle pasture".

Thursday, August 10, 2006

A Message for Nick

This is a message I left on an answering machine for a patient recently.

"Nick, this is Dr. Brooks. I am calling to see how you are feeling today. Can you hear me? If you are better today, bark once. If you are about the same, bark twice. Nick, I can't hear you. Speak up. Well, I hope you are much better today."

"Nick, I love you. Please have your Mom call me. Thanks."