 bad vets
In some areas of the country you don't have much of a choice... bad... worse... or put your dog down kinda guy. My mom had a pom a poo that fit in her pocket. It got sick one night... she rushed it to the vet by our house and she said it was just one of those yapping complaining little dogs (she is a greyhound rescuers...likes big dogs) and told my mom it just needed a shot to settle it's stomach. My mom took Garth home and he was dead in 5min of leaving the vets. hmmm... we always knew she punctured something w/ the shot. |