Greetings from my new gig at Mazie’s Mission. The rescue world is a fascinating place. There are ins and outs and thoughts and intricacies that I haven’t even scratched the surface of. Honestly, I’m a tiny bit afraid to blog about rescue stuff, because these are passionate people with strong opinions. Many moons ago I wrote an article about how to select a reputable dog breeder for PetMD. People lost their minds over the fact that breeders exist & if you get a pet from one you’re going straight to hell. The trolls were so mean I had the post taken down.
For the record, none of my pets have been purchased from a breeder. People will always buy dogs from breeders, so for Pete’s sake, look for a reputable breeder , and don’t buy one from a puppy mill (or any PetLand). Also, there are many, many purebred dog rescues out there with lovely, lovely dogs looking for forever homes (even Doodles, which, between you and me, are not “really” “purebred”).
Anyhoo, I imagine, if this blog gets more popular, there will be plenty of opportunities to disagree with my opinions (perhaps even with the Doodle statement above). The good thing is that I get to review comments before they publish, so if they are civil and respectful I’ll post them. If they are mean, hateful and awful, they go in the trash. Calm discussion is great, unhinged diatribes, threats and name calling are not.
So back to Maizie’s Mission: I haven’t felt this out of my element since I was a baby vet (Hence the “Fish out of Water” title. Get it? I’m the fish and suburban regular West Plano veterinary practice was my water? Now I’m flopping around in rescue practice? No? Whatever. It’s a lovely cliche’d metaphor, and probably also why I haven’t written a book.)
It helps that the staff, rescue groups, and vet are super nice and wonderful and tolerate my barrage of questions and inadequacies. I’ve gone from paper-full records to paperless, so that adds to my learning curve and anxiety induced constant brain fog. I feel like I’m living on caffeine, post-its, and sheer terror of screwing up. Medicine-wise I’m transitioning from handling pampered pet issues like obesity, allergies, dental disease, age-related illness, and pancreatitis (from overindulgence) to shelter pet issues like acute infectious disease, parasites, and orthopedic injuries. I have to look something up every single day I work.
The difference now, compared to when I was a baby vet, was that back then EVERYTHING was new and scary. At least now, I’ve got a solid foundation in basic vet skills, but it’s still a little embarrassing when I have to look up something as simple as how to treat diarrhea in a 3 week old kitten.
They haven’t fired me yet, so I guess I’m muddling through OK.
Here are a few of the animals I’ve seen: