Today, after several days of being home with migraines, I returned to work to play receptionist. Upon entering the clinic I heard a blaring, "MAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" from beside the log in computer. A quick glance revealed the cage to be holding a white goat, just shorter than knee height on me, gnawing on newpaper; the cage card read, "*pet's name*: NEUTER"
Seeing as this is rather normal in our clinic, I went about my business preparing files for the next day, checking in patients, and other receptionist duties. Two hours after my arrival, a client walked in the door with their dog for a quick nail trim. One of my coworkers took the dog into a room to perform the dastardly (as our patients seem to think) deed. Several moments after the door closed, this happened:
From Treatment Area: MAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Client: *horrified* Is that my dog? Why are they making my dog scream like that?!
Me: ...No, ma'am. Your dog is in one of the exam rooms. The...
From Treatment Area: MAAAAAAAAAAAA! MAAA! MAAA! MAAAAAAAAA!
Me: That sound is from a patient in the back.
At this point in time my coworker returns the dog and checks the now perturbed client out*
Client: You need to tell whoever is making that awful noise that it's not funny! I thought that was my dog! *storms out*
Coworker:...She can't be serious.
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