This is the first in my veterinary HORROR SERIES in the lead up to Halloween. Those things that fill us all with an icy dread, tachycardia and neck hair piloerection. And what better subject to start it off than that PTSD-inducing visit from Ronnie the Rottie without a muzzle?
Ronnie generally comes accompanied by the insipid owner who thoroughly regrets the day they thought a Rottweiler pup would be a great idea, having only ever previously owned two elderly Shih Tzus, but would never ever admit it. They will bring Ronnie on a frayed flexi lead belonging to the previous doggies, claiming to have TRIED putting a muzzle on at home, but that he hadn’t liked it.
Ronnie will arrive coiled and ready to lunge in fury with murderous intent at anyone who looks at him “funny”. And not in a ha-ha way.
All vets will do their best to be dealing with urgent and emergency patients or paperwork to fob this one off …..they’ve made it this far in veterinary medicine alive and their self-preservation red flaggies are flapping in gale force winds of mental foreboding right now.
Just like Jack Nicholson in the Shining, this guy holds enough jump scares to make your sorry little vet life flash before your eyes.
Disclaimer: Yes, we know not ALL Rottweilers are vicious and there are plenty who behave fine at the vet and make great canine companions, yadda yadda, but if you have ever had to face down a 60kg enraged specimen of the breed who is planning how best to savour the taste of your face, I can tell you, it stays with you for a very verrrryyyyy long time.
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