Monday, June 6, 2011

Why I Become a Veterinarian?

I've been thinking about what I wanted to discuss in my first blog.  I've considered interesting medical topics, great vet stories, or answering common questions. I've chosen the latter to tackle first. One of the more common question I get is "why did I become a Vet?".  Probably an important question since you entrust me with the care of your four legged companion.

Most of the answer goes back to my childhood. When I turned about 8 years old my parents gave me a little black mutt for my birthday. I quickly named her "Blazer".  Where I got "Blazer" from I have no idea.  It was definitely not a very ladylike name for a female dog.  But like most dogs; she definitely lived up to her name. So if you name your dog "Spaz", guess what you'll end up with!  Anyways she was an awesome dog and lived almost 17 years.  She was basically my dog, and we had some great times growing up. I remember when she got hit by a car and my parents had to decide between surgery and euthanasia. At that time, for my family it was an expensive surgery. Luckily after much begging (by me) they decided to have the surgery. Afterwards she gave us 15 great more years.  I undoubtedly owe my career path to the great relationship she and I had while growing up.

The last two reasons are more minor and have to do with the way God wired me. First, I've always loved medicine- human or veterinary.  I think it's an interesting field. The art and practice of medicine intrigues me.  The way the human or animal body's work (physiology) is awesome to comprehend.   The ability to take a sick dog and get him feeling better is extremely rewarding.  Lastly I have to say I'm just not geared for a desk job.  I have to be moving and doing something. That's just me. Of course, here I am behind a desk typing a blog.  But veterinary medicine is nice because it gives you the chance to use your brain and body at the same time.  You are always physically doing something- getting on the ground with your patients, petting them, holding them, examining them.  It makes for an active day.

Well there you have it.  I hope you've enjoyed and will stay tuned for future blogs.  Oh I almost forgot the last reason why I'm a vet.  What job allows you to get shot with anal glands and smell like a skunk all day?

Bark Bark

Dr. K.

1 comment:

  1. Great idea Dr. K! Enjoyed reading your blog. We'll see you Wednesday.

    Christy Burch