Pet Rescuers
Below are some excerpts from Jane Jones (Pascoe)'s latest email that sum up our current vet clinic position fairly well. It's been a tiring 4 weeks, but we are happily finished as of this afternoon. Katie has become a truly awesome vet nurse and has been working harder days than I have, mostly cause I drive 30min each way to the branch practice twice a day. I feel a little guilty as I sing along to the radio while everyone else is working to the bone.
Hi all,
Now situated in Gainsborough, smoke stack capital of the UK and home of nuclear power stations – we are gradually adjusting to the treeless rows of adjoined houses, to the nasty bakery and to the complete lack of wilderness. We are living in a haunted mansion with another NZ couple, our good friends Katie and Jamie Foxley. They leave this Monday but we have enjoyed sharing life and work with them for the previous 3 weeks. Jamie is another vet and both of them have been working in the same practice as Jane.
Lunch in Gainsborough - sit up straight!
Jane has found that speying bitches is like riding a bike but communicating with nutty cat breeders never gets any easier. Thankfully we are in a truly charitable nation of pet rescuers. Every pet we see has been drowned, maimed, kicked, raped, beaten and yelled at and deprived of bacon bites prior to the angelic owners we see before us saving the pet from a fate worse than death. In fact, just today, Jamie euthanased an ancient sick dog that had been rescued. The owner could not be sure that the dog wouldn’t bite, so advised Jamie to muzzle it. She explained the dog was a rescue. On questioning, Jamie established the dog had been her pet for 17 years and had been ‘rescued’ as a 6 week old puppy. Must have been a helluva 6 weeks. Thankfully they are not all mongrels either. There are pug rescue groups with a waiting list of 18 months, Labrador rescues, short-haired pointer rescues and general mongrel rescues.
We are enjoying lovely English weather. It is lovely as long as we are inside and working, and truly awful the moment we try and do anything at the weekend. Last weekend we endured a horizontal hail storm on the Yorkshire Dales wearing shorts. The good news was that we got to sit in the car and navigate through multiple annoying cities for 2 hours prior to this and 2 hours after it. After a solid 30 minutes in these conditions, we retreated to sticky toffee pudding. James Herriot must have been a hard guy.
Our spiritual input has consisted of the remembrance service last week at the local United Reformed church. We dragged the average down to around 65. The organ was excellent and so was the tea.
Hi all,
Now situated in Gainsborough, smoke stack capital of the UK and home of nuclear power stations – we are gradually adjusting to the treeless rows of adjoined houses, to the nasty bakery and to the complete lack of wilderness. We are living in a haunted mansion with another NZ couple, our good friends Katie and Jamie Foxley. They leave this Monday but we have enjoyed sharing life and work with them for the previous 3 weeks. Jamie is another vet and both of them have been working in the same practice as Jane.
Lunch in Gainsborough - sit up straight!
Jane has found that speying bitches is like riding a bike but communicating with nutty cat breeders never gets any easier. Thankfully we are in a truly charitable nation of pet rescuers. Every pet we see has been drowned, maimed, kicked, raped, beaten and yelled at and deprived of bacon bites prior to the angelic owners we see before us saving the pet from a fate worse than death. In fact, just today, Jamie euthanased an ancient sick dog that had been rescued. The owner could not be sure that the dog wouldn’t bite, so advised Jamie to muzzle it. She explained the dog was a rescue. On questioning, Jamie established the dog had been her pet for 17 years and had been ‘rescued’ as a 6 week old puppy. Must have been a helluva 6 weeks. Thankfully they are not all mongrels either. There are pug rescue groups with a waiting list of 18 months, Labrador rescues, short-haired pointer rescues and general mongrel rescues.
We are enjoying lovely English weather. It is lovely as long as we are inside and working, and truly awful the moment we try and do anything at the weekend. Last weekend we endured a horizontal hail storm on the Yorkshire Dales wearing shorts. The good news was that we got to sit in the car and navigate through multiple annoying cities for 2 hours prior to this and 2 hours after it. After a solid 30 minutes in these conditions, we retreated to sticky toffee pudding. James Herriot must have been a hard guy.
Our spiritual input has consisted of the remembrance service last week at the local United Reformed church. We dragged the average down to around 65. The organ was excellent and so was the tea.
posted by Jamie and Katie at 2:19 pm
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