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I\’ve been seeing Anzu, a lovely old standard poodle, for a long time now – nearly a year. I visited him yesterday, and his mum said I could share some of his story. Many months ago, Anzu was just not right. He was flat, not wanting to play any more, and seemed depressed and withdrawn. […]

Over the last few months I\’ve been seeing two dogs who were a bit out of control. When I arrived for my first visit, the bigger fellow (a kelpie cross) was totally in my face – he rushed up to me, wanted to jump up, and was also nipping and mouthing at my hands a

It\’s a strange place to be, when you\’re new in practice as a vet. Brim full of knowledge, overflowing with ideas, and hardly any practical experience to speak of. I was always ducking out of the consult room to delve into textbooks (I still do, now and then!) – always wanting to make sure I

I lived in Newcastle Upon Tyne for many months, with a friend who had a permanent job in a big vet hospital there. It was cold, cold and cold, and grey, and an icy wind would sneak right through to the marrow of your bones in winter. The people were warm and wonderful, so much

I had been working for a good 6 months or so in my first job… With the careless arrogance of youth, I thought I was a pretty damn fine vet. I had heard horror stories from other vets, young and old, but never thought that I might be caught up in any such thing. Sure,

I settled onto the couch as the old fellow chatted away to me. He really did love to tell a story, and he was full of them! A life truly well lived, he had been in the army, fought in Vietnam, been partly blown up a couple of times, came home to breed horses, and

I went away for an acupressure course a month or so ago. It was a fantastic week of learning, and even on the course I saw radical improvements in our practice animals. I have been integrating this technique into my practice, and I have seen much quicker and larger improvements in several cases than I

This lady\’s dog was huge, and had severe arthritis. I had been to see him when unable to get up because of pain and muscle spasm 3 times before, and each time he had responded well to an injection of painkiller, and managed to haul his creaking old body back up onto his feet for