I could have killed that damn dog
This lady brings in her dog for a nail trim (while we're trying to start a Friday afternoon emergency surgery no less) and it's this stupid ass dachshund. I go up front and get this dog and the owner says, "Be careful, he's a little grouchy. We call him the grumpy old man." Grumpy my ass, that fucker was flat out evil.
I put the dog on the table, and the dog starts growling. I grab a muzzle, and when I try to put the muzzle on, he snaps at the muzzle and starts thrashing about. So then I try to get a leash around the dog's neck and he attacks that and jumps off the table and I herd it to a corner. Apparently I got to close, because it attacked my shoe (what the hell is it with dogs and my shoe?). Jen got me the rabies stick, which I quite rudely snatched from her hand and eventually got it around the dog's neck, and of course it sprayed shit and anal glands all over the corner it was in. This fuckface was making so much noise that Dr. Fink heard it from all the way upstairs. We get a leach around it and release the stick and Jen takes it up front while I cleaned up the mess. I don't ever want to see that dog again unless it's to put it down.
I don't care how many times I would've gotten bitten in the process, I would've loved nothing more than to punch out each one of those goddamn dog's teeth one by one and then stomp on his head. Little shithead's too goddamn small to be giving anyone trouble. You're at the bottom of the foodchain, motherfucker! Know your place!
Dogs like that shouldn't be allowed to live. Seriously, they should be shot in the head.
Just even thinking about that little bastard makes my blood evaporate. One of thses days, I'm gonna bite my lip so hard a chunk of it just comes off.
I should save this, print it out, and then hand it to people when they ask me "Why don't you want to be a veterinarian?"
I put the dog on the table, and the dog starts growling. I grab a muzzle, and when I try to put the muzzle on, he snaps at the muzzle and starts thrashing about. So then I try to get a leash around the dog's neck and he attacks that and jumps off the table and I herd it to a corner. Apparently I got to close, because it attacked my shoe (what the hell is it with dogs and my shoe?). Jen got me the rabies stick, which I quite rudely snatched from her hand and eventually got it around the dog's neck, and of course it sprayed shit and anal glands all over the corner it was in. This fuckface was making so much noise that Dr. Fink heard it from all the way upstairs. We get a leach around it and release the stick and Jen takes it up front while I cleaned up the mess. I don't ever want to see that dog again unless it's to put it down.
I don't care how many times I would've gotten bitten in the process, I would've loved nothing more than to punch out each one of those goddamn dog's teeth one by one and then stomp on his head. Little shithead's too goddamn small to be giving anyone trouble. You're at the bottom of the foodchain, motherfucker! Know your place!
Dogs like that shouldn't be allowed to live. Seriously, they should be shot in the head.
Just even thinking about that little bastard makes my blood evaporate. One of thses days, I'm gonna bite my lip so hard a chunk of it just comes off.
I should save this, print it out, and then hand it to people when they ask me "Why don't you want to be a veterinarian?"