Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a vet in Nola (it) is like riding a rollercoaster while juggling flaming swords. Seriously, I woke up this morning, sun shining, birds chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, right? Just vibin’ to some tunes, when BAM! A cat darts across the street. I slam on the brakes, heart racing. Turns out, it’s this fluffy little dude named Biscotti. Yeah, Biscotti! I mean, who names their cat after a cookie? Anyway, he’s stuck in a tree, meowing like he’s auditioning for a Broadway show.
So, I hop out, and of course, I’m in my scrubs. Not exactly the best climbing gear, but whatever. I’m scaling this tree like I’m some kind of feline superhero. The locals are watching, probably thinking, “What’s this crazy vet doing?” I finally grab Biscotti, and he’s all purring and stuff. I’m like, “Dude, you’re lucky I’m not charging you for this.”
After that little adventure, I head over to the clinic on Via delle Belle Arti. It’s a cozy spot, but man, it gets wild. I walk in, and there’s a line of pets and their humans. I swear, it’s like a scene from a reality show. There’s a bulldog named Bruno who’s just hogging the floor, snoring like a chainsaw. I can’t even with this guy.
Then, I get a call about a parrot. A PARROT! This lady’s freaking out because her bird, Polly, won’t stop squawking. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a parrot. That’s kinda their thing.” But I go anyway, because, you know, vet life. Turns out, Polly just wanted some attention. I mean, who doesn’t, right?
By the time I get back to the clinic, it’s chaos. A cat’s hissing, a dog’s barking, and I’m just trying to keep my sanity. I’m running around like a headless chicken, and then—get this—a lady walks in with a snake. A SNAKE! I’m not a snake vet, but I’m like, “Sure, bring it on.”
So, I’m trying to be all professional, but inside, I’m freaking out. I mean, snakes? Really? I’m more of a dog and cat person. But hey, I manage to calm the lady down. Turns out, the snake just had a little tummy ache. I’m like, “Dude, I get it. We’ve all been there.”
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Nola (it) is wild, man. The streets are alive, the people are quirky, and the pets? Don’t even get me started. I love this city.
As I’m driving home, I pass by the Piazza della Libertà. The sun’s setting, and it’s just beautiful. I think about all the craziness today and how it’s all worth it. I mean, who else gets to save a cat named Biscotti, calm a parrot, and deal with a snake in one day?
So yeah, Nola (it), you’re a hot mess, but you’re my hot mess. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.