Man, what a day! I swear, being a vet in Sabana-Seca is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into the clinic on Calle 1, 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 Max. Poor dude got into a fight with a cat. Yeah, you heard me right—a cat! I mean, come on, Max! You’re a big ol’ Rottweiler. How do you lose to a fluffball? Anyway, I rush over to the owner’s place on Calle 2. The whole neighborhood is buzzing, like always. Kids are playing, and I can hear the reggaeton blasting from somewhere. Classic Sabana-Seca vibes.
When I get there, Max is just lying there, looking all sad and pathetic. I can’t help but laugh a little. I mean, he’s got this tiny scratch on his nose, and he’s acting like he’s been through a war. I patch him up, and the owner, this sweet old lady, offers me some pastelón. I’m like, “Lady, I’m here to save your dog, not eat!” But you know what? I couldn’t resist. That pastelón was bomb!
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call about a parrot. A PARROT! This lady on Calle 3 says her bird, Polly, won’t stop squawking. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a parrot. That’s what they do!” But whatever, I head over. Turns out, Polly just wanted some attention. I mean, who doesn’t? I spent like 30 minutes talking to this bird. I swear, I was having a full-on convo. Polly was giving me life advice. “Polly wants a cracker? Nah, Polly wants a therapist!” 😂
After that, I’m feeling pretty good. I’m like, “Yeah, I got this vet thing down.” But then, I get a call about a cat stuck in a tree. Classic Sabana-Seca, right? I rush over to Calle 4, and there’s this whole crowd gathered. People are filming it like it’s some reality show. I’m thinking, “Really, guys? It’s just a cat!” But hey, I’m a vet, not a firefighter. So, I climb up this tree like I’m Tarzan or something.
Finally, I get the cat down. Everyone cheers like I just won an Oscar. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a cat!” But deep down, I’m feeling like a hero. I mean, who doesn’t wanna be the cat savior of Sabana-Seca?
But then, the day takes a turn. I get a call about a dog hit by a car. My heart drops. I rush to Calle 5, and it’s chaos. The poor pup is in bad shape. I’m trying to keep it together, but man, it’s tough. I do what I can, but it’s a rough situation. I’m angry, sad, and just plain frustrated. Why can’t people drive slower? It’s Sabana-Seca, not a racetrack!
After that, I’m emotionally drained. I head back to the clinic, and it’s like a ghost town. I sit down, and all I can think about is how crazy today was. I mean, from pastelón to parrot therapy to saving a cat and then dealing with a dog in pain. It’s a lot for one day!
As I’m sitting there, I hear the sounds of Sabana-Seca outside. The laughter, the music, the life. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even on the tough days, there’s something beautiful about this place.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild, emotional ride in Sabana-Seca. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!