Last week I stopped by the specialist’s hospital to drop off some X-rays. In the parking lot I spied a yellow lab with a shaved knee as he jumped sky-high into the seat of an F-350.

“Was that your patient?” I asked when I noticed one of the surgeons shaking his head wistfully nearby. “Sure is—but I wish he wasn’t.”

There’s nothing more frustrating than doing your best work only to find that...

A quick survey of my favorite veterinarians revealed the following white lies we vets are guilty of:

1-She’s not fat, she’s just Rubenesque (as in, morbidly obese).

2-You might want to cut down on his food just a tad (as in, he’s morbidly obese).

3-She’s not stinky, she smells just like a spring breeze (…and like a Golden retriever after a summer downpour so next time don’t do me the favor of...