Ever wonder why people don’t seem to trust things like scientific evidence? Facts? Consensus?
I have, especially when it comes to things like vaccines, medicine, and the rest of the world around us it seems. I stumbled upon a very interesting little tidbit packed so full of cool info, you’ll need a brain massage. It tries to make sense of why people tend to believe themselves correct even though they aren’t really qualified to do so.
While psychology has always been a topic that fascinated me, I admit I am no expert on the field. I found this very interesting, and I daresay helped me find a new perspective.
If homeopathy is your way, I would suggest you let go of your delusions and placebos and replace it with PROVEN, science based medicine rather than trying to buy into an ancient crock of you-know-what. How can I say it’s a crock? I can say that with confidence due to the utter lack of proof when it comes to these “treatments” having any efficacy at all. Treating with nothing does exactly that – NOTHING. And that is precisely what homeopathy is – a whole bottle full of nothing. I know, modern medicines are awful! They treat things and make people feel better and stuff… Let’s go the “all natural” way and treat things like they used to in the bronze age. Here’s a little fact – there’s a reason people only lived into their 30’s back then and I think you can guess what that reason is.
I don’t know when the idea came about that science and medicine are awful things. Wanna know what’s awful? Disease. And worse yet – watching a loved one die of said disease. But somehow the guys doing all of the research into life-saving and life-improving medicine are the guys that you need to flip the proverbial bird to because they’re the evil ones?
How about the scam artists pretending to be doctors, selling you “medicines” that actually aren’t medicines at all? Those guys will charge you an arm and a leg for a product diluted to the point of having no trace of the original (ineffective) ingredient, but the PHARMA companies are the scam artists?
Nobody’s perfect but the ones who claim to be so are the worst.
*Since it appears a lot of people can’t read, the title says 10 Reasons Why I’m Not A Christian, not 10 Reasons Why Christianity Is Wrong. Please take this into consideration before responding.*
1) A creator is not required for the universe to exist as it is. We have decades of scientific research that shows how the universe could have come about, and we have evidence that shows that it likely came about in that manner. Scientists go through years of schooling in order to learn both what has been learned in the past and how to perform studies in order to advance our understanding. Science has given us the computers we use to blog, the medicine that has extended our lives greatly, and any number of other things we take for granted. But they have also advanced our understanding of the world we live in. Religion, however, my offer…
Regardless of my current level of satisfaction at my job, I have to say the pride I feel in being an RVT never fades. I love the industry I work in, the camaraderie felt with the other techs as well as support staff and doctors, and the constant challenge that each day brings.
Some of the jobs that fall under my job description aren’t pretty, aren’t desirable, and quite often don’t smell very good. However, no matter what, I know that all the little things that I do will contribute to the betterment of the pet’s life. It does become tedious when you are trying to teach someone how to help their pet and they’re clearly going to dismiss everything you’ve said as soon as they walk out the door, provided they actually listened in the first place. I’ve written previously about the things that irk me as a veterinary professional and those things continue to happen day in and day out. What keeps me in this field is the group of like-minded individuals I get to work with on a daily basis.
Even though many of us are in different stages of lives, we have a common goal of helping animals that bring us together at work. Through thick and thin we keep a positive attitude, which is so essential in avoiding burnout and compassion fatigue. Lately in the veterinary world, the number of people succumbing to these things is on the rise and thankfully our clinic has taken this quite seriously. We are all attending a workshop on mental health next week, and I can’t be more proud that our clinic’s partners are taking such a proactive role in addressing the issue of mental health. It’s not something a lot of people think of when it comes to our job, but it is very real and it does affect people in a big way.
As much as I may complain about the job of a vet tech sometimes, we do find time to have fun and see the humour in everyday situations. We can laugh about the tough things from yesterday or about an entertaining animal or client who is booked in today. We can compare stories or “battle wounds” and make light of the fact that our job can really suck. Despite that we love it because we are doing what we love, and we should count ourselves lucky as there are many people out there who either don’t love their job or have no idea what they even want to do. We’ve found what makes us happy.
I certainly feel appreciated during National Vet Tech Week as our clinic owners took the time to show us their appreciation with sweet tweets, and even a little gift. This really shows us that we are valued members of the team and that our work doesn’t go unnoticed.
From this tech to all the others: KEEP IT UP! Your efforts and hard work are what keep your clinic functioning, and just know that what you do matters. Every day you contribute so much to the betterment of the lives of animals and their people, and you should be proud.
Owners of overweight cats need to hear this, and hear it without any type of sugar coating or euphemisms. When I tell you your cat is overweight, it’s because your cat is overweight. I’m not calling you fat, I am not picking on you, and I am not saying you are a bad person.
I can’t stress this enough – it’s not about you. When I make a recommendation for your cat to lose weight, it is only because of the high number of risks associated with overweight cats, much the same as for a human. It’s also because your cat is far too heavy.
People hear these risks so often that I think they’ve become desensitized to it, and therefore complacent when it comes to actually changing it. Even if it may not be something that you take into account for your own daily life, at least do your cat the courtesy of helping them. They depend solely on you for it. A cat doesn’t understand the risks and complications of obesity so it is up to you as their sole caregiver to help them lead a happier, healthier life.
How can you tell if your cat is overweight? Look at his head. If it looks tiny in proportion to his body, your cat is too fat. If your cat is over seven kilograms (ish), chances are they are overweight. If your cat can’t lick it’s own ass, it’s too fat. If any of these things apply, you need to take a good look at the way you’re feeding. What may seem like a miniscule amount of food to us can actually be a normal meal for your feline.
It seems that people think that treats and a buffet of food is the key to keeping a kitty healthy and happy. Oh look how cute he is, meowing because he wants more food. Oh look, I’m feeling sad so I am going to get some love from my cat by feeding it some more treats. This is not OK. If you do these things even though it is making your cat rotund, then you should re-think being a cat owner.
You are not making their lives better by giving them all of the food and treats they want – you are contributing to a poor quality of life. You are shortening that life, and making what they have left of it more and more uncomfortable with each pound they gain. Outward signs that your cat may be uncomfortable or feeling effects of obesity are:
Panting (this is NOT normal for a cat and indicates distress)
Unwillingness to climb or jump
Inability to groom properly causing scalding around hind end
Itchy, scaly skin
By inappropriate urination, I mean urinating or defecating outside of the litterbox. Maybe he just can’t fit, or maybe he’s trying to tell you something. A common misconception I hear of on a constant basis is that urinating outside the litter box happens because the cat is unhappy with you, the owner. This is silly and you need to stop thinking this way. While it may seem like they have the capacity for vindication sometimes, this is false. Inappropriate urination is understood to be a behaviour indicative of stress or urinary tract disease. Don’t believe me? Here’s a University who has also said it:
Something in your cat’s world, be it a new person, thing, or even renovations, can trigger these behaviours and getting to the bottom of which one it is can help. It is heartbreaking to see cats being brought in for euthanasia for something like this because the majority of cases can be helped with a little guidance from the vet and effort from the owner. If you have a situation like this, please ask your veterinarian for information first.
People need to realize that what you may think is a good weight for cats is actually much too high. It seems like it has become a social norm to have a chunky cat at home. If your cat doesn’t have a defined waist or it takes more than a light touch to feel ribs – your cat is too fat. Here’s a little comparison to help this sink in – 1 pound gained on a cat is like 15 pounds on an average adult woman. Click here for the full chart.
Injecting your cat after every meal probably doesn’t sound like your idea of a good time, does it? Approximately 0.5% of cats will develop the disease due to obesity. This puts the numbers IN THE MILLIONS. I don’t think it’s fair to these animals to feed them the way people do. Let’s face it, there’s probably a solution and the onus needs to be put back on the owner to seek it out and make change. Your cat is not mad at you, not getting back at you because you left, your cat is stressed. It is your job to help.
Imagine you bring your pet to your primary care veterinarian because s/he’s recently shown some abnormal signs. Your veterinarian examines your pet, performs some few basic diagnostic tests, and suddenly, you find yourself on the receiving end of unimaginable news. Your veterinarian tells you your pet has cancer.
What do you do? Where do you turn for more information? How can you determine what your plan of action should be?
Your veterinarian recommends you schedule an appointment with a veterinary oncologist as your next step. You accept the referral and call to set up an appointment.
When you contact the specialists’ office, you are transferred to a scheduling coordinator who informs you of the doctor’s next available appointment. They explain what to expect during the time you’ll spend at the hospital. Lastly, they inform you of the consultation fee.
The price of the appointment may seem shocking to many owners…
Understand this: Veterinary professionals have a unique “outside looking in” view on how your animal behaves while at the clinic. Often we can see exactly what is lacking in the dynamic between you and your dog, or read your cat in order to see when they’ve had enough of us.
Having said that, we use this knowledge to help us decide on the best possible course of action to keep you, your pet, and us, safe. Some dogs are fearful, some are dominant, some couldn’t care less. Then there are those dogs that do things in the most unexpected of ways. These are the dogs you don’t see coming, and the ones that veterinary professionals have to be on guard for at all times.
I commonly experience owners who become offended or even get angry when we need to restrain their animal. What people need to understand is that no matter what, everyone’s safety is more important than your belief that Fluffy is going to be mad at you. Many people say, “Oh, Fluffy would never bite” or “Fluffy doesn’t need a muzzle”. Here’s a tip – if we are suggesting it, then yes, Fluffy does need what we call a “party hat”. The picture below depicts a tech or vet holding a dog in what we call “lateral”. We hold the down leg to prevent the dog from getting up. He can breathe and he is not in pain, he is just laying on his side and is being stopped from getting up. Mean? No. Useful? Yes.
Maybe your pet wouldn’t normally be one to bite, but now we have taken them out of their normal environment with their familiar people and schedule, and brought them to a stress-filled place with other animals and people they don’t know. Believe it or not, this changes things for your pet. Their normal behaviour doesn’t apply. By putting them in an exam room, we’ve taken the flight option away from them, and that leaves fight. In some cases I have even watched owners who refused a muzzle get bitten by their animal and think it’s completely normal and OK. Please understand me when I say this – your animal biting someone is NOT OK. Our job is to keep your animal healthy, not to scar up our bodies even more than they already are.
Just over three years into practice and I already have countless scars that will likely never fade. Some are there because we were not given permission to muzzle an animal. As an owner, do you think it’s alright for another person to have wounds and scars just because you find it offensive to put a painless muzzle on your animal? If your answer is yes, I suspect you may be a sociopath and you need to seek help.
Another point that I must be clear on is aimed at small breed dogs. Chihuahuas, Yorkies, Daschunds, Shih Tzus, and other dogs of this type. Often owners don’t treat these guys like dogs, they more treat them like small children. This means that they don’t always have the same grasp on basic obedience or “manners”. This can also mean that we can have a very angry dog once we start to do things like examine ears and teeth or trim nails. Now this dog, who is not accustomed to doing things it doesn’t want to, is being told to stand still and allow us to do what we need to do. As you can probably guess, there is probably going to be some attempts to bite, tantrums, and some high-pitched squealing, making it sound like we’re torturing the dog.
Here’s a newsflash to all of the owners who would be offended by us restraining your little dog at this point – pipe down. We are not torturing your dog. Fluffy has this all figured out since, at home, if he lets out that shrill scream you probably let go and Fluffy gets away scot-free. Here at the clinic, we don’t fall for this trick and that makes Fluffy miffed. THAT is why he’s making those sounds, not because we are hurting him. Either teach your dog that nail trims and exams are not a bad thing at an early age, or accept the fact that we don’t want to get bitten so we’re going to throw a muzzle on your landshark. Savvy?
Cats are a whole different ball game. One must read the body language carefully to try to anticipate aggression. Sometimes cats give you fair warning, sometimes they must think it hilarious to keep you guessing. One strategy commonly used with cats is scruffing. This seems to quiet many cats, and is a way to restrain them without causing them physical discomfort. Many revert back to kitten behaviour and go very still. This is not meant to make the cat in any way uncomfortable, it is merely done to make sure we have control over the bitey end. Whether we need to give a pill, an injection, or just inspect an issue more closely, the scruff allows us to do so safely. Pet owners should realize this is a very useful tool and in no way means we’re being mean to fluffy.
This may be shocking to you as an owner, but the vast majority of people who work on your pets for a living actually love animals. We probably have some of our own. Believe me, the last thing we want to do is cause your beloved animal pain. In fact, the whole reason you brought him to us was probably to relieve it, no? We aren’t mean, we are just trying to help without getting hurt in the process ourselves. Cut us some slack.
If you aren’t sure how to properly prepare your pet for their future vet visits, please contact your veterinarian for information or tips on how to help make the process as smooth as possible. There are many things you can do, like visit the clinic just to give Fluffy a treat and meet everyone, without anything invasive being done. Helping them to associate your clinic visit with positive things like treats and affection can go a long way. Another thing you can do is handle your puppy from a young age. Lift the lips and earls, handle the paws, even trim little pieces off just so they get used to the sensation. These things will only take a few minutes out of your day, but can really go a long way to making veterinary visits much easier.
As always, feel free to shoot me a message with any questions or comments!
Recently, in the busyness that is my life, I have come across an experience completely new to me. It was one that I had hoped would never come to pass and that I had been dreading for months.
On Monday, September the 8th, I euthanized my family dog. My first puppy. My playmate as a kid and comforting presence as a teenager. She used to make sure I was up in time for work in the morning, although I don’t think her motives were entirely pure. I still believe that she only did it to get me out of my warm, cozy bed so that she could climb in and bask in the comfiness.
She was born sometime in November, 1997. For a dog of her size, she was well into her geriatric years. There were many things that influenced our decision to finally lay her to rest, but one big one was her inability to do the things she loved. Chasing balls, chasing really anything that moved including one rabbit in particular who she never did catch… This would leave her stiff and sore and probably regretting her brief lapse into puppy-hood.
I still vividly remember the day she came home with my dad, an early Christmas present. His timed reveal was thrown off because just as he was lecturing us on having to be good for the next twenty years, she popped out of his jacket and surveyed her new surroundings. Her name was Smooch, after running up to my dad and kissing him thoroughly when he went to pick her out as a puppy.
As she got older and sorer, she no longer beat me up the stairs as she always did. I would often slow down and let her get by me as she hurried slower and slower with each passing year, just because I knew it made her day. She always had to be in view or with her family, and scouting the upstairs first was at the top of her priority list.
I will miss the way she would do laps around the ground floor, so rambunctious in her excitement that someone had come home. Even though she would still do this from time to time as she aged, the laps got slower and the corners eventually too tight for her to make in time without making a little bobble here and there.
The decision is so final that I had a hard time coming to terms with making it. Even though I knew, in both my professional mind and my emotional one, that I was making the right decision, I still felt like second-guessing myself. When my family finally came to me and inquired about the process, I knew that there was no more avoiding it. As my first dog, I had a hard time letting go.
Now, I have grieved and I have even felt a glimmer of relief that her life will no longer be uncomfortable or painful. She will no longer wander as if she were lost, or groan as she got up from a nap. I will no longer lose sleep thinking about whether or not she is in pain, or lonely, or confused. I know that she lived a happy life full of memories, loving people, snacks she wasn’t supposed to have and tennis balls. One full of bonfires where she would herd the guests and their vehicles into their parking spaces, and mooch food from the gullible ones. She was so good at that, and rightfully earned her nickname, “Mooch”.
While in college for veterinary technology, I came across a poem that I knew immediately would one day be the one I used to console myself following Smooch’s inevitable passing. Let me first say that I am not one for poetry, nor have I ever been, but this was a piece that was undeniably suitable and has brought me some small consolation following this loss. It still brings a little tear to my eye to read it.
Smooch was a good dog, the best really, and I will miss her as long as I have the capacity to feel loss. Sometimes the most appropriate decisions are the hardest, but she did her job being an admirable, wonderful pet and I believe I owed it to her to do the right thing.