I think my Vet is great. He's smart and funny. He took care of my little maltese for his whole life and somehow managed my shenigans when I finally had him PTS. I was just a little crazy that day and made it hard on everyone.
He diagnosed Ringo's skin allergies right away and we manage them well with the occasional Claritin; cortisoothe shampoo; AND the right diet. The diet part was my idea. He took care of Ringo's tummy issues when he got into some chicken bones and scared me half to death with bloody poop. (Sorry!)
He has called after hours several times about Lucy and never blinks an eye when I walk in there with a handful of internet research. Everyone in the office knows Lucy and comes out to hold her and pet her when we go in.
He BAT tested her before I ever knew what a BAT test was. He keeps me from going overboard with worry and paranoia and cautions me not to make her worse than what she is.
He and his wife have several Golden's and Cavalier King Charles Spaniel's that they foster and rescue. You can usually find their 'pack' hanging out in the office with the rest of the staff. And a cat or two that no one wanted can be found sleeping on the counter in their fluffy bed.
Does he know everything? Doubt it. He refers when it's beyond his capabilities and facilities. |