Lost and Found  

Have you lost or found a pet?
Let us know and we will post it here and hopefully reunite you.

Hope Vets let loose at Bovingdon primary school fayre!

Thanks to Bovingdon primary school for inviting us along to help raise some money for an excellent cause.

Here are a couple of photos from the day and also the winning entries from our drawing competition. Well done to the artists!

Hector in his tail incarceration device

Just how do you stop a Labradoodle wagging his tail?

Who'd have thought a small tail wound would cause such a problem for the happiest dog in the world?

Hector is a crazy bundle of limitless enthusiasm and wags his tail with such fervour that the troublesome wound had no chance when whacked against kitchen units, walls and doorframes. We tried everything from bandages and toe plasters to pipe lagging. After he ate the 2^nd bandage, we were getting a bit desperate...

This absurd get-up is the only way to stop a doodle tail!

A much happier Hector!

Tiger’s Story

Hi, my name is Mr Tiger Matthews but my friends call me Tigg-puss. I am an adventurous kind of a cat, never one to shy away from a challenge. Being a hard lad I have got myself into a fair few scrapes in my time, falling out of top floor windows and racing motorbikes and Tesco trucks but I always win and I’m never scared, until last year that is.

It started when I didn’t fancy my usual pre-supper snack mouse and it all went downhill from there. I was bundled into the car by my servant human who calls herself Mummy-Barbie and deposited with no dignity onto a cold table smelling of disgusting dogs. Then I was introduced to a new servant who called herself Aunty Stephanie. She was ok I suppose but I wasn’t too chuffed when she kept making suggestions involving needles!

Being a handsome chap they wanted to take some pictures of me but insisted on leaving my fur off the photo. X-rays they called it, more like x-rated if you ask me! By this time I was feeling none too clever, kind of like a million mice were trampling my chest stopping me breathing, and after that it’s all a blur. My hospital chart said “Pyothorax” and a load of stuff I didn’t understand, so I asked the servants and apparently my chest had filled with pus stopping my lungs inflating. I almost died under the anaesthetic but you can’t keep a good cat down and I made it through (well I wasn’t going to let that good for nothing sparrow have the last laugh was I?).

The next thing I remember is wearing a jacket covering tubes that were sewn to me. I tried to tell the humans that jackets are for girls but they were too busy sucking fowl smelling pus out of one tube and squirting food down another. Humans are an odd species. Who can ever understand what they do in their spare time? These shenanigans went on and on until I felt well enough to put a stop to it. A couple of bites and a swift tug and the tubes were gone. It took clever negotiation to get myself driven home but I managed it and here I am, none the worse for wear, apart from my asthma - which only plays up when the stupid humans suck on paper tubes on fire - and a few aches and pains that any self respecting hunter experiences. I am back on patrol and there’s to be no messing about on my watch.

Vet Nurse of the Year 2007

Congratulations to our very own Barbie Matthews for being selected from thousands of nominations to win the prestigious veterinary nursing award.
Here are some snippets from the many letters that were written to nominate her:
“Barbie is a cracking nurse”
“Qualifying as a Vet Nurse was a battle for Barbie, although she is extremely bright, she had to teach herself how to overcome the dyslexia and how to study”