I’m kneeling next to Baxter examining his toe. Baxter is a sweet old pit-bull mix that is patiently letting me hold his foot as I stare at an ugly tumor that is growing from his nail bed. The growth is bleeding and the owner had it wrapped in a make-shift bandage. I’m doing all the… Read More
An Open Letter to My Receptionists
Dear Receptionist, I swear I don’t hate you. I don’t find you annoying. I don’t think you are (insert whatever horrible thing you think about yourself here). The truth is, that I absolutely know you are doing the best you can in this moment. I absolutely know that you have one of the most difficult… Read More