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.

Monday, June 09, 2008

Its A Small World


Philip was appearing in Las Vegas and met two fellow countrymen who lived in California. Their conversation drifted to veterinary medicine. See, I trained him well. We only talk about pets and pet care. They mentioned their pet's veterinarian, Dr. Tony Shipp, who practices in Beverly Hills, and Philip volunteered, "I know him".

They would not believe Philip knew their veterinarian in California until he told them that Tony drives a Rolls Royce and is from England. They were totally blown away that Philip knew Dr. Shipp.

Tony developed the long handled, double ended pet toothbrush. We met him through the American Veterinary Dental Society about twenty years ago. Tony has a very successful veterinary practice in Beverly Hills, and he has taken his love of veterinary dentistry and developed it into a very successful veterinary dental supply company. Thank you Dr. Shipp for giving us access to all the very rare veterinary dental instruments that make our job so much easier.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Draft Horses and Veterinary Students

The afternoon was sunny, and we were hand breeding a Belgian mare. I was assigned to the mare's head to keep her quiet and still, while watching for the approaching stallion out of the corner of my eye.

The stallion was a huge, gorgeous Belgian; however, he was nervous and inexperienced. Dr. Campbell, being a rather large, robust man himself, was at the stallion's head keeping him under control as they approached the mare.

Yeah. Right! The young stallion completely lifted Dr. Campbell into the air and was approaching the mare at a very fast clip. I stood motionless. This was it. All my hard work down the drain. Killed before I even started my veterinary career. Your life truly flashes before your eyes. I considered releasing the mare and running for my life, but my job was to keep her under control. I stood my ground against tons of horseflesh.

Fortunately, no one died that day, but this was the first and last time I ever hand bred any draft horses.