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My heart warmed when I read the call out sheet for the day. I had finished small animal consults for the day, and there was no surgery in. I\’d been working for about 9 months now in this mixed practice in Western Australia. The bosses wife and practice manager was a pit of gloom and […]

A familiar voice greeted me on the phone… \”Hello Dr Edward! We were wondering if you\’d like to come around for a cup of tea, and to check over our old friend. We don\’t think there\’s anything wrong, but we had something a bit scary happen yesterday…\” \”I always enjoy a cuppa with you both,

\”My dog\’s just not right – he was fine yesterday, we went for our usual run on the beach, and now he just wants to stay on his bed, and he looks miserable…\” \”Ok then, let me look at my day… Hmmm – looks like I can get to you at around four this afternoon

It was one of those Murwillumbah days in Spring, after a big storm. The sky was washed clean, and a beautiful cool breeze was fighting a losing battle with the glaring sun. I had a smile embedded in my face, and was head bopping away to some funky tunes on Triple J. I found my

I saw a German Shepherd dog today – his step mum had rung me up last week, as he\’d not been able to jump into the back of the ute any more, and was even having trouble with the steps. What\’s more, he wasn\’t wanting to play with his ball, normally his glorious obsession. It

\”Me dog\’s a bit funny, and I can\’t catch the bugger – so\’s I was wonderin\’ if you\’d be able to come and check him over for me?\” \”Sure,\” I replied, \”Where do you live?\” \”Eh? I\’m a bit deaf, you know, what was that?\” \”I just need to know where you live!\” I uttered

\”Hello… Are you the vet who comes to peoples houses?\” the voice asked me gently over the phone. \”We have a lovely old wolfhound, and he\’s got a sore leg, he really seems to have become unwell very quickly. Could you come and have a look at him for us?\” My heart sank. Most old

While I was still at vet school, nearing the end of the marathon, I had to go and spend some time in various veterinary practices to gain \’practical experience\’. As soon as I had finished exams, and then had the obligatory celebratory beer(s) at the venerable pub which we all frequented whenever we had the

When I was getting my home visit business rolling, I had a part time job in a town about 45 minutes drive north of the sleepy little beach side village I lived in. Two days a week, I would drive through the canefields, tall swaying canes blocking out the scenery on both sides of the