Monthly Archives: January 2010

Professional pet photography

A couple of months back, to celebrate an early Christmas and the final class of the year, the obedience club where i take my dog to, organized a professional pet photographer to come down for a session, for those who were interested.

I have always wanted a professional portrait of my dog – i have one of every dog i ever owned since i was 10.

Here’s one of those shots. I know this is probably what every dog owner would say but i think she’s beautiful.


Time is of the essence

Sometimes i wonder whether we use time as an excuse.

Are we so busy we can’t even stop to say hallo or smile at our patients as we bustle along the corridors?

Are we so busy we have to wheel our patient into the storeroom to take his bloods, instead of getting him into bed first?

Are we so busy we only focus on completing our procedures, such that we do not even acknowledge the patient or pause to ask how he/she is doing?

Are we so busy we cannot dispose our needles properly?

Are we so busy that we cannot take the time to explain the procedures we are doing before we cut/stab the patients with invasive medical equipment?

Tell me, isn’t all these part of our jobs as doctors? If they are not, then what exactly is in our job scope? And if so, why exactly are we hurrying? Since we don’t elicit a proper history or do a complete physical, tell me what is the rush then? I honestly did not put in six grueling years of studying just to do solely paperwork.

Am i being too idealistic, or has a lot of people forget what Medicine is all about?

Prams are meant for…

Last night i met a friend for coffee. Five years ago, i would have thought that my move to the Land of Fish and Chips would have spelt the end of our friendship. On the crack of the new year half a decade later, we are still in close contact. It is quite surprising and remarkable.

Potato Land has many stray cats. Before my move, there were many stray dogs too but that seemed to have resolved. Anyway, this black and white furball strolled nonchalantly past us. I don’t have a particular affinity with cats partly because i am ignorant about their behaviour and this leads to an unconscious fear; but i do like to give the friendly ones a pat here and there. I didn’t try with this one because it was a full grown male, and i don’t know how aggressive it could be.

(And now let me finally get to the point of this entire entry…i am not devoting a whole blog post to cats!)

As this cat strolled past i suddenly heard a couple of dogs barking excitedly. I whirled around trying to find the source of the commotion, and i could see no dogs, just a bunch of people eating, drinking and chatting. And then i noted a pram rocking furiously. As i stared harder at the pram, i could make out two small toy dogs in it, trying to escape from the pram which has been sealed with a netting.

There was no baby in that pram my friends. There were only a chihuahua and a Yorkshire terrier. And the ‘mother’ was trying to calm them down.

Folks, i am not usually a starer, but hell i could not stop myself.

Is this what people do in their spare time? They treat their dogs like children? I wonder what kind of psychological profiles these dogs have. How do spoilt dogs behave? Do they completely forget their natural instincts?

Goodness. The bizarre behaviour of my fellow humans never cease to end.