I used to see emergencies after clinic hours by myself. If I had something that I absolutely could not do by myself (like a C-section) I had to scramble around, calling the clinic staff to see who was willing to answer their phone and give up a couple of hours of their free time to help me.
One day, shortly after we closed, a lady brought her chihuahua in for profuse vomiting of 1 hour duration. I start my exam.
Lady: He's really sick. He shouldn't be acting like this. He should be trying to bite you right now.
Me: Oh, okay. (Cause it always makes me feel good when they tell me about biting after I'm touching their dog)
Lady: He bites everyone except me. Come on Buddy! You can do it! You should be biting her right now.
(Now, I feel really great about touching this dog)
Halfway through the exam, Buddy does start trying to bite me.
Lady: Yeah, Buddy! That's how you're supposed to act! Get her! Bite her!
Then, she was pissed because I wouldn't hospitalize Buddy for the night. If he's feeling good enough to bite me, he's feeling good enough to go home. I'm not dealing with the little monster you have created any more than I have too.
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