I am thankful for my first job at Columbine Animal Hospital.

The first job I accepted in Denver was at Columbine Animal Hospital. I worked 80 hours a week including overnights. I struggled as a vet just out of school and often on my own. The atmosphere at work was a smidge bit toxic. Well, no, it sucked. It was very demotivating, but I was in mountain and forest and lake and dirt bike country living my dream of being a vet, and we couldn't be happier. At first.

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My boss at Columbine Animal Hospital had Russ and I over for Christmas Eve. He gave me my first stethoscope which I still have today and is the best one I have ever had.

He took me on a balloon ride. A balloon ride you guys!

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He took us boating a couple of times and let me carry his Miniature Dachshund Sherman everywhere. Sherman loved being carried like a baby. (I got my first and only case of ringworm on my inner elbow from Sherman's ears.)

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When work gets rough, it's never as rough as overnights with two snake venom cases and one vial of antidote. (Littleton Hospital saved us. I didn't know how gutsy that was to ask. I just asked.)

When I get lonely for my family, they are never as far away as they were that first year.

When I work super hard, it is never on a continually busy day then night shift with no technical help.

When I struggle with ethical decisions, and, I hope, choose correctly, I never get as  much friction as I did at Columbine.

Columbine Animal Hospital made me tough. The rare down time I got was spent doing amazing things in the beautiful outdoors of Colorado. I treasure the time and the experiences. I haven't always, but I do now.


Post from one year ago today...

November 4, 2016


Post from two years ago today...

November 4, 2015