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A shot in the dark

December 1, 2008

There was a note of regret, mixed with relief, in Dr. Mark Justice's voice when he called to relate the events of the previous night.

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Down on the floor — it's another pill stampede

December 1, 2008

Pill bottles seem designed to keep the freshness in and the doctor out.

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Some folks just won't let sleeping dogs lie

November 1, 2008

All seemed to be going great until I cut the ovary away. ... I could feel my first real case of surgical panic coming on.

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Anna Rexic's pet pooch mirrors her thin logic on diet, nutrition

November 1, 2008

Anna ... thinks a person is obese if every bone in his or her skeleton is not prominently displayed.

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Misread signal triggers strange gyrations

October 1, 2008

A mixed-animal veterinary clinic holds a large number of distractions for the casual observer.

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No such thing as a stupid question?

October 1, 2008

I have heard some people say there is no such thing as a stupid question.

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Making the ultimate rescue from Phagia's Dog Farm

September 1, 2008

My secretary was apologetic but firm.

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Story hard to swallow? Chew on it for a while

September 1, 2008

The human-animal bond is a strong one, but I'm still amazed sometimes at what people will do for their animals. I know people, for example, who treat their pets to an ice-cream cone before visiting the veterinarian. I've seen painted toenails, dogs with pierced ears, cats with a gold-capped tooth, dogs with rollers in their hair, many types of pet sweaters, even artificial testicles placed back in a dog's scrotum to keep it from looking empty. The list goes on.

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Who said that?

August 1, 2008

The directions I held in my hand were leading me to a residential district in Lubbock, Texas. That would not have been a big deal, were it not for the fact that I was on my way to visit a horse. I knew that people in a city residential area were likely to know as much about horses as I knew about submarines, but I could be wrong.

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