Welcome to the theatre

Let us sing the praises of veterinarians. The tall ones and the short ones. The young ones and the old ones. The dusty ones dragging their boot heels through the far pasture. The crusty ones closing their office door to privately celebrate a patient’s hard-won recovery. The quiet ones and the loud ones. The ones who cradle a newborn pup brought forth by caesarian. The ones who speak in soft voices to rattled reptiles.
Let us sing the praises of veterinarians. They are physicians to the furred, the finned and the feathered, the scaly and the scary, the four-leggeds and the no-leggeds. They are counselors and guides for those of us lucky enough to share our lives with beings of an animal persuasion other than humankind.

Welcome, dear reader, to the singing and the praising and the eaves-dropping-upon and the sharing of the life of our particular veterinarian: Dr. Emily McKinley Mayfield. Welcome to Going to the Dogs.

It’s a bloggo-sitcom.
It’s theatre in your mind.
It’s the dogs and cats and parrots and iguanas that depend on Doctor M to keep them healthy. It’s the cage-cleaners and food-pourers that tend the wee critters in the clinic’s back rooms. It’s a saucy receptionist.
Most of all, at the heart of it all, it’s Doctor M and her clinic.

Come on in and make yourself comfortable. The door is open, and there’s an empty chair right here. You might as well meet the characters who bring this place to life … who bring life to this place.