Virginia-Maryland CVM Celebrates World Rabies Day
Alexis Pennings, Virginia-Maryland
Experiences, Entry
I was the only person working in the clinic that afternoon, and I happened to leave lunch early to return to work. I had much to accomplish, and little time to do it, because it was my day to work in the petting pen. It was fortuitous that I did leave early, because I found a small post-it note on the door to the clinic. Written on the note were the words "Parakeet on counter not doing well. Found laying on side." I popped into the clinic and went back to the counter where a carrier was placed. Inside of it was a little budgerigar who was pale yellow and green. He was laying on his side, not a good sign, and barely responded as I stuck my hand in the crate to retrieve him. He didn't even make a peep, and I could tell he was feeling quite rotten. Upon picking up his light body, I could feel the keel bone sticking out prominently; he was extremely thin. His eyes were half-closed and he lie limp in my arms.
We thought this was so brilliant that we had to share how "Frailty" was made from the creator:
"... it's a photograph I took of a plastinated horse heart from anatomy lab. Then I used a cartoon representation of the electrical current's course through the heart... I used a combination of photoshop brushes and layering techniques to make the heart look as if it is formed of smoke."
"Frailty"
Alex King, Virginia-Maryland
Creative Corner, Entry
I needed no alarm clock or siren or bell
For I was awakened by a foul doggie smell
A wet nose in the morning is a pleasant enough thing
But not if your pup has just rolled in something
Some dogs take to water as a rule
But to mine you cannot be more cruel
Than to get her cold or make her wet
She’d rather endure a trip to the vet
Some might avoid the washing chore
And let her smell for a month or more
But on this truth we must conclude
that to stink and smell too much is rude
She ran, she hid, she barked and fled
I chased her round til my face turned red
I caught her, held her, sprayed the hose
She rolled and squirmed and clawed my nose
Battered and bruised, wet and dripping
She kept up the fight, yelping and kicking
At last it was over, my task was complete
My clothes were all soaked from my head to my feet
And why, you may ask, do I still love this cur?
She’s finally clean but I’m now covered in fur
And when I can take no more of it
To anger I could never commit
For one who can fetch and stay and sit
Filled with joy, and life, and wit
But maybe I spoke too soon a bit...
NO LILLIE! Please don’t roll in that poop!