Mind you it's hard to be a vet, I've got to be honest but I gave my real best and it seemed to work. I graduated about 5 years ago and decided to run my own clinic, it was hard to set it up but I had my best friend there to help me along. I have great people working for me, I can see they care for all the animals that come through our front door.
"How can I help you?"
"Well you see, Rosie has been limping on all of her legs but mainly her front right foot, I was hoping you gave give her an x-ray if possible?"
"Sure thing, when would be a good time for you?"
"I'm busy tomorrow, so how about Thursday 9:00"
"Ok, first let me check if I'm free"
"Hmm it seems I'm free at 1:30pm, would that be ok?"
"Yes that is"
"Okay great I'll see you then,bye"
That lady always finds something wrong with that dog and then we tell her nothing is wrong with Rosie and then she tells me that, I haven't done my job properly, God she gives me a headache.
"Hey Peter, where is my letter from the government?"
"I had it here somewhere hold on let me find it"
Ugh really? It's right next to you!
"Found it, sorry"
"That's all good"
Peter is a funny one, he forgets so easily but he is a nice person and a great person. He is: tall, tanned, wears very smart clothes, glasses, great sense of humour.
I read the letter, it said
"Dear Lili
We are sorry to say but you have been getting some complaints from your clients and saying that you haven't been doing a great job.
We might need to closed down your clinic if this keeps happening.
Regards
Department of government"
I began to get a lump in my throat, Complaints?, I didn't know there was complaints, this is terrible, what am I supposed to do?
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Vet choice
General FictionLili has finished vet school, and found it difficult to run her own clinic, she has her best friend helping her out but it seems to split them apart, she makes a lot of rivals but what happens when she falls for one?
