It's been a while. I think the slow crushing hell of cockamamie custys has me all out of whack. I wanted to tell you about a couple things that happened this week.
First off, I think anyone who's too stupid to own an animal should have them taken away from them. I really think people need to take some kind of examination before buying pets.
One lady came in with her dog and as I was checking them in, her little 5 year old daughter says, "Did you notice he was bleeding?"
Obviously I'm thinking, "Wtf?" So I go around and look at the dog whose du-claw is so long that it has literally grown around and into the skin.
ARGH! You'd be surprised just how often this happens...
Anyway, we tell them we can't bathe dogs with an open wound due to possible infection, blah blah blah, and suggest that she takes him to see the resident vet.
"Oh, I don't have time today."
I sincerely hope they actually took him to the veterinarian soon after when she wasn't too busy to be a responsible pet owner.
The second is far more disturbing.
A lady calls on the phone and asks if we have any appointments for today. I tell her to come on in right now since I'm not too busy.
There's a pause on the line and she says, "He has a little bug bite on his back."
I just tell her that it's alright and I'll be extra careful around the area. Then I ask her if there was anything else on his skin I would need to be aware of. She said no, just that little bug bite. Alright, fine.
She comes in with her two kids and as I'm doing my routine check I notice the "little bug bite."
...it's a HUGE freaking open wound mound no smaller than my fist!
She does thank god, (leading me to believe that she really does care about her dog, she's just an idiot) and they actually get her in for an appointment.
I tell my manager and the groomer working (they weren't in there when this happened) and tell them to watch when the dog comes out because they need to see this.
They were both like, "HOLY HELL, WHAT THE F**K!!!" ...yeah, I wasn't kidding about the sheer size and horror of the thing on this poor 13-year-old golden retriever's back.
Anyway, my boss comes over after talking to the vet and says, "Guess what that was.......gangrene."
I wanted to track that owner down and punch her in the face. How can you be so irresponsible??? Do you know how long that had to be like that before it turned into gangrene???
If that was your kid, you'd be in hysterics...but you wanted to bring him in to get him cleaned? What, because that huge gaping wound wasn't pretty? GOD DAMN PEOPLE, THINK!!!
Apparently she was crying at the register and obviously felt horrible about it (which she SHOULD) so at least that's something. She had a few medicines for him and I'm hoping that she's learned her lesson.
That's all for now...I'm sure there will be more, unfortunately.
-- PetShart Stevie