Man, what a day! I swear, being a vet in Mugnano-del-Cardinale is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into the clinic on Via Roma, coffee in hand, ready to tackle whatever comes my way. Little did I know, today was gonna be a wild ride.
First off, I get a call about a dog named Fido. Classic name, right? Anyway, Fido’s owner, this sweet old lady, is freaking out. She says he’s acting all weird. I’m like, “Okay, let’s chill.” But when I get there, Fido is literally spinning in circles. I mean, like, he’s auditioning for a doggy version of “Dancing with the Stars.” I’m laughing, but also worried. What’s going on with this pup?
Turns out, he just had a little too much fun chasing his tail. I mean, who hasn’t been there? I give him a check-up, and he’s fine. Just a little dizzy. The old lady is so relieved, she offers me some homemade pasta. I’m like, “Lady, I’m on the clock!” But I can’t resist. Best pasta ever! I’m thinking, “Why can’t all my patients come with food?”
Next, I head over to Via San Giovanni. There’s a cat named Luna who’s been sneezing like crazy. I walk in, and this cat is giving me serious side-eye. Like, “Who are you, and why are you in my space?” I try to be all friendly, but Luna’s not having it. I’m like, “Chill, I’m here to help!” But she just hisses at me. Classic cat move.
After some wrestling with Luna, I finally get her to calm down. Turns out, she’s just allergic to her owner’s new perfume. I mean, who knew cats could be so picky? I tell the owner to switch it up, and Luna gives me a look like, “Thanks, doc.” I’m feeling like a cat whisperer now.
Then, I get a call about a parrot on Via Nazionale. A PARROT! I’m thinking, “What’s next? A pet iguana?” So, I rush over, and this parrot is just squawking away. The owner is panicking because the bird won’t stop yelling. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a parrot. That’s what they do!” But he’s convinced something’s wrong.
I check the bird, and it’s perfectly fine. Just a drama queen. I tell the owner to chill and maybe invest in some earplugs. He laughs, and I’m like, “See? We’re bonding over your loud bird!”
By now, I’m running on fumes. I grab a quick espresso at the café on Piazza della Libertà. I need it. The barista knows me by name. I’m like, “Just give me the usual, please!” I sit down for a sec, and I’m thinking about how crazy today has been. Mugnano-del-Cardinale is full of surprises, that’s for sure.
But wait, the day’s not over! I get a call about a goat. A GOAT! I’m like, “Is this a joke?” Nope. This goat is stuck in someone’s backyard on Via delle Rose. I rush over, and there’s this goat just munching on flowers like it’s a buffet. I can’t help but laugh.
I finally get the goat out, and it’s like, “Thanks, buddy!” It runs off, and I’m just standing there, covered in mud and goat hair. I’m thinking, “What did I sign up for?” But honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
As I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. Mugnano-del-Cardinale is my kind of chaos. I love these quirky animals and their even quirkier owners. Every day is a new adventure, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So, here’s to more crazy days in this little town. Bring on the dancing dogs, sneezing cats, loud parrots, and even the goats! I’m ready for whatever Mugnano throws at me next!