The dirty, smelly, adorable one 🐶
After I quit my high-strung, bedbug-ridden job as a residential counselor, I took up part-time work at an animal hospital. Why an animal hospital? I think you mean, why the heck not?! I still wanted to help someone, anyone, and the doggos were calling my name. Woof.
There were basically three types of employees at the clinic - administration, vet technicians, and kennel assistants. The kennel assistants were usually ending high school or starting college, and had dreams of becoming vet techs or veterinarians themselves.
So I swoop in, with my 23-year-old self, proclaiming my love of animals and dreams of one day opening a shelter. I think they were kind of confused, like what is this girl even doing here?
I just love animals, ok?
Let's just say I was expecting a lot of this ➡️
I did get a bit of that - with the doggie daycare, I spent some time with some of the cutest pups I've ever seen. I stand by that to this day.
What I wasn't as prepared for was all of that
Not everything was a puppy heaven. I spent a lot of my time assisting the vet and vet techs with examinations, X-Rays, vaccinations, and sadly, euthanasia. I got to experience a variety of animals that I would never have interacted with otherwise: boa constrictors, hedgehogs, parakeets to name a few.
It definitely wasn't as demanding or stressful as my previous work, but it was novel, and from novelty springs the procurement of education 🤓
Despite the copious amounts of 💩 I was responsible for cleaning up, being a kennel assistant was pretty awesome (partly because I knew it was so temporary). I ended up staying for several months and really only quit because I moved back to my hometown. More like, back in with my parents. But that's a story for another time.