This story was originally published on my vet school blog, “Wet Cleanup on Aisle 5.”
I remember (unlike 97% of my classmates) when Sally Field won her Oscar for Places in the Heart and delivered the title line of this post. Not that this post has anything to do with Sally Field.
Nope, it’s about the two different animal encounters I had today in which I felt as though this whole vet school thing was a good choice for me. During which I found myself thinking, “You like me!”
The first occurred while the handsome boyfriend and I were out hiking and came across some Forest Service volunteers with a couple of pack llamas. We got to pet the llamas, and one of the llamas kept leaning his head in toward me to nuzzle. His handler said, “Wow! He really likes you!” That always makes me feel good, when animals like me.
The second occurred when I stopped in at one of the art galleries in town, where one of our clients works. She always brings her two beautiful Afghan hounds to work with her, and I knew one of them was recuperating from a dental and pulled teeth.
Both of the dogs are somewhat reserved at the vet’s office, but here, they were pushing their long noses into my hands and resting their heads on me. Our client remarked, “You just HAVE to be a vet. Look at how much they like you.”
I can only hope she’s right. (And I can only hope they don’t change their tune after I come at them with a stethoscope or syringe…)
