Really??

Let me just say, once and for all, that people are a*sholes. This is especially to the woman yesterday that decided to exploit our clinic. To bring in a sick puppy, state you've been taking care of him for two days but can't any longer and that he needs to be seen, then stand at my front desk in front of my clients and keep saying, "I know he needs to be looked at, but I can't take care of him. I already have four dogs at home, if someone could just take him..." is to pressure us into taking the dog. So, Jerkwad of the Decade, I thank you for pissing me off with that BS to the point that I had you sign him over to me despite the fact that I already have three dogs, two cats, and two tortoises as well as two roommates living with me, and my rescue bill is already three hundred dollars.

Why am I angry at you for this? It would have been one thing if I'd said, "Oh, he's so pitiful. I'll take him," right off the bat, but no. When no one of our staff said they could take him, you stood there making us look like jacka*ses and hypocrites because of where we work and what you had in your hands. Thank you for doing your best to make us look like heartless b*stards if someone didn't take him, because, as everyone knows, veterinary staff gets a discount so they MUST have oodles of spare money to take in sick puppies. I would also like to thank you for making me the bad guy that has to decide whether or not to euthanize the poor thing if he doesn't improve in a few days.

You think I need this kind of stress, lady? You think I enjoy spending my own money that I need for other bills on animals people shove off on me or badger me into taking? Do you really comprehend the bind you have put me in because you decided not to call us before coming in or go to a shelter instead of my place of work? No, don't smile at me as you sign the contract turning over any rights you may have had over the dog, and don't effing say thank you and act all grateful that you managed to weasel your way out of helping a puppy as you walk out my door. Frankly, you're lucky you still have all your teeth from pulling that stunt. And no, I do not wish you a good evening, so zip your lips and get out of my clinic.