Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a vet in Bewdley is like a rollercoaster ride, and today was a freakin’ loop-de-loop! So, I roll into the clinic on Load Street, coffee in hand, ready to tackle whatever comes my way. Little did I know, it was gonna be a wild one.
First off, I get a call from Mrs. Thompson. Her cat, Mr. Whiskers, is acting all weird. I mean, who names their cat Mr. Whiskers? Classic! Anyway, I rush over to her place on Severnside South. The view of the River Severn is stunning, but I can’t enjoy it. I’m thinkin’ about Mr. Whiskers and his mysterious ailment.
When I get there, Mrs. Thompson is in a tizzy. She’s like, “He’s not eating! He’s just lying there!” I’m like, “Chill, lady. Cats do that.” But then I see him. Poor little dude is just staring at the wall like it owes him money. I check him out, and guess what? He’s just being a drama queen. Gave him some meds, and boom! He’s back to his old self, chasing shadows. I swear, cats are the biggest divas.
Next, I head back to the clinic, and my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe this! A dog just ran into the pub on High Street!” I’m like, “What?!” So, I dash over there, and sure enough, there’s this golden retriever, just chillin’ with a pint of lager. I can’t even! The pub’s packed, and everyone’s laughin’ their heads off. I’m tryin’ to catch the dog, but he’s too busy makin’ friends.
Finally, I manage to wrangle him. Turns out, he’s called Buddy. Classic name, right? I take him back to his owner, who’s just down the road at the Bewdley Museum. She’s mortified, but I’m like, “Hey, it’s all good. He just wanted a pint!” We all have a good laugh, and I’m feelin’ pretty chuffed.
But then, the day takes a turn. I get a call about a rabbit on the loose on Dog Lane. A rabbit! I’m thinkin’, “What next? A ferret in a tux?” So, I head over, and there’s this little fluffball just binkying around like it owns the place. I’m tryin’ to catch it, but it’s like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.
After what feels like an eternity, I finally nab the little rascal. Turns out, it’s a pet that escaped from a nearby house. The owner is so relieved, she almost cries. I’m like, “No worries, just another day in Bewdley!” But inside, I’m like, “I need a drink!”
By now, I’m knackered. I head back to the clinic, and it’s just me and my thoughts. I think about how much I love this town. The cobbled streets, the old buildings, the river. It’s all so picturesque. But man, the stress of the day! I could use a holiday. Maybe a trip to the Wyre Forest?
As I’m closing up, I get one last call. A parrot is stuck in a tree on Riverside. A parrot! I’m like, “Seriously?!” But I can’t say no. So, I grab my gear and head out. When I get there, the parrot is squawking like it’s auditioning for a musical. I climb up, and after a bit of a struggle, I manage to get it down. The owner is over the moon, and I’m just relieved I didn’t fall out of the tree.
Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I think about all the crazy stuff that happened today. Bewdley is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a vet, right? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!