Dalbeattie is a small town, and at the time of our boisterous arrival, most of its residents were very much home grown. Everybody seemed to be somebody’s cousin (even if, once removed)! The tale of the naughty boys, therefore spread like wildfire and seemed to infiltrate each and every one of my early veterinary consultations. … Continue reading High Street Vet – and the naughty lamb
Deafness* *An inability to hear properly OR unwillingness to hear or pay attention. I would dearly love to be classed as the latter but regrettably my hearing is very limited and continues to deteriorate. There are numerous reasons why someone has difficulty with hearing and the severity ranges from mild dysfunction to total deafness. With … Continue reading Deafness*
I spent many wakeful hours throughout December 1980 trying to come to terms with the irrefutably crazy idea that I could just swan nonchalantly into this little town in Galloway, set up my brass plate and overnight create a respected and thriving veterinary surgery. Instead, I found that waiting for that blessed bell to ring … Continue reading High Street Vet – and his naughty boys
On the 1st of December, 1980, I bundled two small boys, two collie dogs and some random bags bulging with essential everyday paraphernalia into my yellow Ford Escort. I loved that car! I was setting off on a journey from Tain up in Rosshire, all the way down to the south to the quiet little … Continue reading A High Street Vet
