Reflection
One time, when i was six or seven, my family and I were driving downtown and we passed a homeless man holding a sign that read, "Help a former Vet"
It was around that time that my dog, ginger, had gone through surgery and was having a rough time. I pleaded with my parents to pay him to fix her. Instead, we bought him a hamburger in in'n Out. I asked him where he was a vet. He told me Vietnam. I told my mom never to take ginger to him...that they eat dogs in vietnam. She just looked at me and smiled. Never trust a veteranarian that worked in vietnam.
Period
It was around that time that my dog, ginger, had gone through surgery and was having a rough time. I pleaded with my parents to pay him to fix her. Instead, we bought him a hamburger in in'n Out. I asked him where he was a vet. He told me Vietnam. I told my mom never to take ginger to him...that they eat dogs in vietnam. She just looked at me and smiled. Never trust a veteranarian that worked in vietnam.
Period