‘You’re very easy to deal with, I must say,’ said the tall, handsome vet who was examining the spaniel.
I laughed. ‘That’s not what the last vet said.’ The last vet sacked me after I asked to see my dog’s notes.
After a long and arduous battle with corporate vetdom, I made my way down south to a proper country practice and a chap recommended by my horse vet.
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