Today, bright and early, Dad drove mom and I to the veterinary clinic to observe Dr . Herra in his daily routines for the second time. What I saw I must say was 'very interesting'. He runs his business on a shoe string budget, if he knows someone is to poor to pay he does the exam for free. In the states I work at a veterinary clinic that has an x-ray machine, multiple laptops (to type up patient reports and such), blood analysis machines, and a laser for surgeries. Now, here at the vet clinic he writes it all up by hand and stores them in rusty file cabinets. He uses a scissor for cutting away fur so that he can draw blood, because he has not one hair clipper. Yet he remains very content with it all. For surgeries, he uses no gloves, or masks, and has an ancient looking cauterizer that he uses to seal the wound. His cat room is made of cat crates stacked on top of eachother, his dog room consists of one individual crate.
Third world? Yes.
A dog getting his blood drawn.
The secretary/ Dr. Herra./ Me/ Assistant (Martin)