Live and Vet Die
on August 17, 2016
at 12:22 am
I heard a loud noise in the kitchen last night and thought my cat hurt herself. Turns out the goofball just knocked over a pan, but it got me thinking about the annoying job of emergency veterinarians. Really, who wants to get up at three in the morning to tend to a limping hamster?
You mean you live with your girlfriend AND a cat?
Not long and you’ll be getting a house for yourself.
Or rather… Live and Pet Die. 🙂
Ooo! Even better!
Yep, that’s what I’ll be doing in a few months…
Going to fish heaven?
Learning to use the garbage disposal?
You forgot the closing quotations in the first panel, which I’m only bringing up because I’m slightly cross that I didn’t know the word “logy” and had to look it up.
Whoops! Good catch. Will fix.
Tomorrow’s strip: Dumbass Definitions – Logy
…I don’t know that word either
I THINK emergency vets actually work at the animal hospital overnight, and aren’t actually waking up for it.
I hope so, anyway.
It depends if they are urban, suburban or country. The country doc usually is the only one withing a few hours drive and a sick heifer would not last the night and could put farmer brown in the poorhouse if she passed away.
Whoop, found the problem:
You’re keeping the poor thing in a BOWL.
As someone studying to be a veterinary assistant and actually in the last leg of my first semester exam, this comic made my classmates and I laugh and we needed that before the big anatomy and physiology exam.
Haha! Glad to be of service!
Ha! This is exactly why I tell my sister I’m glad I work in my nice, climate controlled, Small animal clinic (with no overnight hours) versus her Large animal clinic where she is on call and DOES get called out of bed in the middle of the night to go to the middle of a field in the rain or snow to take care of a cow! She asked if I was a wus (she’s an older sibling) to which I replied “Yes, a very comfortable wus!”.