Man, what a day! I swear, being a vet in Blejoi is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into the clinic on Strada Principala, coffee in hand, thinking it’s gonna be a chill day. Spoiler alert: it was NOT.
First off, I get a call about a dog named Max. Poor dude got into some trouble with a porcupine. Yeah, you heard that right. A freakin’ porcupine! I mean, who knew they even roamed around here? Anyway, I rush over to the owner’s place on Strada Tineretului. This lady is in full-on panic mode, crying and stuff. I’m like, “Breathe, lady! We got this.” But inside, I’m like, “What the heck am I gonna do with a quilled dog?”
So, I get Max in the clinic, and let me tell ya, that dog was NOT happy. He’s barking like a maniac, and I’m trying to calm him down. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “If I get poked, I’m gonna lose it.” Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I manage to get those quills out. Max is free, and the lady? She’s crying happy tears. I’m like, “Great, now I need a drink.”
Next up, I get a call about a cat stuck in a tree. Classic Blejoi, right? I mean, it’s not like we have anything better to do than rescue cats. So, I head over to Strada Florilor, where this little furball is meowing like it’s auditioning for a musical. I climb up, and guess what? The cat decides it’s a good time to jump. I’m like, “Noooo!” But it lands safely. Phew! I’m a hero, right? Wrong. The owner’s like, “Can you check if it’s sick?” I’m thinking, “Lady, it just jumped from a tree!”
By now, I’m running on fumes. I grab a quick bite at that little place on Strada Călărașilor. You know, the one with the best mici? I’m shoving food in my face, and my phone rings again. It’s an emergency! A goat. Yes, a goat. In the middle of Blejoi. I can’t even. I drive like a maniac to Strada Măgurii, where this goat is just chilling in someone’s yard, munching on flowers. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t just crash parties like this!”
After a bit of wrangling, I get the goat back to its owner. They’re all grateful, and I’m just thinking, “I need a vacation.” But wait, there’s more! I get back to the clinic, and there’s a line of people waiting. Seriously? It’s like a vet convention in here. I’m trying to juggle appointments, and my brain is fried.
Then, this one guy walks in with a parrot. A PARROT! He’s like, “Can you check if it talks?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a vet, not a parrot whisperer!” But I give it a shot. The parrot just stares at me. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m talking to birds.”
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but laugh at the craziness. Blejoi, man. It’s wild. I love this place, even with its quirks. I pack up, ready to head home, and I think about all the pets I helped today. It’s a mess, but it’s MY mess.
As I drive down Strada Victoriei, I can’t help but smile. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? Maybe a turtle? Or a llama? Whatever it is, I’m ready. Bring it on, Blejoi!