Wow Dr. Ridgeway.
With a response like that How could I ever trust you with my babies?
Stone cold hearted.
Just go on being yourself.
When I was in college I worked one summer at the Animal Rescue League veterinary clinic in a city I will not name. There were four vets there. One was normal. The second was crazy and spent lunch in the x-ray room melting fishing weights down into musket balls. He also wore a WW I soldier’s cap and marched up and down the halls playing a bugle and yelling, “You’re cannon fodder!” (this was in 1965) The third was a mean alcoholic who spent lunch getting drunk and then sucked hard candies the rest of the day to hide his booze breath from animal owners. During one operation, when a dog struggled in terror, he punched the dog in the mouth and snarled, “Stop that, you bitch!” The fourth never spoke and was the ugliest woman I had seen (at age 19) and wore glasses so thick they looked like the bottoms of Coke bottles. I decided it was bad odds on seeking to become a veterinarian.