Man, what a day! I swear, being a vet in Someren is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into the clinic on Deurneweg, coffee in hand, ready to tackle whatever comes my way. Spoiler alert: it was a LOT.
First off, I get a call about a dog named Max. Poor dude ate a whole pizza. Like, WHO gives their dog pizza? Anyway, I rush over to the owner’s place on Molenstraat. I’m thinking, “This better not be a prank.” But nope, there’s Max, looking all guilty and bloated. I mean, he’s got that “I just committed a crime” look down pat.
So, I do my thing, check him out, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna be fine, but no more pizza, okay?” The owner laughs, but I’m just thinking, “You’re lucky I’m not charging you for my therapy session.”
Then, I get a call from a lady on Kerkstraat. Her cat, Whiskers, is stuck in a tree. Classic, right? I mean, how many times do I have to rescue these furballs? I grab my ladder and head over. When I get there, I see Whiskers chilling like a king, just looking down at us. I’m like, “Really, dude? You couldn’t just climb down?”
The lady’s freaking out, and I’m trying to be all calm. I’m like, “Just give him some treats. He’ll come down.” But no, she’s got a whole buffet set up. I’m standing there thinking, “This cat’s living the dream while I’m here sweating.”
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Whiskers decides he’s had enough of the royal treatment and hops down. The lady’s all grateful, and I’m just relieved. I mean, I didn’t sign up for a cat rescue mission today!
Next, I head back to the clinic, and my phone buzzes. It’s a message from my buddy, asking if I wanna grab a drink later. I’m like, “Sure, but first, I gotta deal with a parrot.” Yep, a parrot. This one’s on Laan van de Korenbloem. The owner says it’s been squawking non-stop. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.”
When I get there, the parrot is just sitting there, looking all innocent. I’m like, “You’re the one causing chaos?” Turns out, it just wanted some attention. I mean, who doesn’t, right? I give it a little scratch, and it’s all chill. I’m like, “See? Just needed some love.”
By now, I’m running on fumes. I grab a quick bite at this little café on Markt. The fries there are bomb, but I’m too tired to enjoy them. I’m scrolling through my phone, and I see a post about a lost dog on Facebook. It’s from someone on Veldhovenstraat. I’m like, “Ugh, not again.”
I finish my fries and head over. The dog’s name is Bella, and she’s a cutie. I’m out there calling her name, and I’m thinking, “Please don’t let me be the one to find her.” But guess what? Bella comes running right up to me! I’m like, “Well, that was easy.”
I take her back to her owner, who’s crying tears of joy. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s moments like this that make the craziness worth it.
Finally, I get to meet my buddy for drinks at this bar on Heuvel. I’m telling him all about my day, and he’s cracking up. I’m like, “Dude, you have no idea. I’m basically a superhero.”
As I sit there, sipping my drink, I can’t help but think about Someren. It’s a small town, but it’s got heart. From the streets to the people, it’s home. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in the life of a vet in Someren. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!