Showing posts with label Mai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mai. Show all posts

Apr 21, 2022

The heart of a dog's veterinary experience

 


She slammed the door and stalked into the living room, where both her brother and his dog were sprawled out like the dead.

"I need to talk to you, Casanova."

"Don't yell." Flynn remained on the sofa. On the floor beside him Moe whimpered. "Moe needed his shots. We've both been traumatized. Go away. Come back tomorrow."

 

Key of Light


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U.S. Air Force photo by SrA Veronica Pierce, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons



Heart rate responses in dogs vary across a standard physical examination


The results suggest that undergoing a simulated physical examination, even in a mock veterinary setting, can be a stressful experience for dogs.



Science Direct






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“You know,” Fiona panted, using her own body to hold Newman’s down, “this dog would walk through fire for me. Through fire over broken glass while meteors rained out of the sky. But I can’t get him to just hold the hell still for a routine exam. And he knew. The minute I called them to get in the car, he knew. How many times do I put them in the car for work, for play, for whatever? How does he know? I had to get the others in first -  they’re more easily fooled. Then drag him. It’s humiliating,” she said to Newman. “For both of us.”


The Search





Mar 23, 2018

The vet will STILL see you now!





A trip to the vet invariably included comedy and drama, and required persistence, stamina 
and a flexible sense of humor.



The Search



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By Rennett Stowe from USA - Dog Peeper, CC BY 2.0, 
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26303332







Pet owners share hilarious photos of their beloved animals trying to hide from surgery staff








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She talked, rubbed, smiled, as Mai pinched some skin and slid the needle in.
Peck moaned like a dying man.
“There. All done.” Mai walked back to Peck’s head, held up her hands to show them empty of all tools of torture. Then she laid a treat on the table. He refused it.
“Could be poisoned,” Fiona pointed out. “Anything in this room is suspect.” 
She signaled the dog down, and he couldn’t jump off the table fast enough. 
Then he stood, facing the wall, ignoring both women.



The Search