Voted Best Vet Clinic of Monona, Best of Madison, and Star of Madison!
So I removed all of the untruths and embellishments from my previous biography, but I still want to have some fun with this, so here we go!
I was born & lived the 1st 18 years of my life in the city with the largest walled prison in the world. It housed almost 6000 prisoners & I never even saw it until I was 16.
I attended a small, idyllic, picturesque but very (too) homogenous, liberal arts college in a town originally known as North Taunton, in a New England state famously known for other, larger, *slightly* more prestigious universities and institutes.
After two years on that tiny campus, I moved back to the state where I grew up to attend the undisputed Best Public University in the U.S. with the best sports teams in the Big 10 and the smartest students. . . except Ann Coulter. We don’t want to claim her as an alum. But we’ll hang on to James Earl Jones, Michael Phelps and. . .um. . . The Unabomber?
I earned a degree in the art of the written word & promptly moved back to the state where tea started a war over taxes. I worked at my first vet clinic, an SPCA, there and quickly became obsessed with the combination of medicine & animals.
Tired of the 6th state to join the union, (we’re talking 1788) I moved to the 33rd. To a city with its own, kinda-accurate, spoofy t.v. show & a very dark history of tolerance of white supremacy.
I worked at a small grocery store known for selling their own brands of popular foods & items and of-course the infamous “2 buck Chuck” line of almost dollar-store wines. It was a fun atmosphere and almost all the employees were well-educated and a little weird. It was glorious.
Now back AGAIN to my home state because I could still claim residency & therefore pay lower tuition, I started the Vet Tech program at another Big 10 university (because they were the ONLY university with an accredited program in the state). I very grudgingly became known as a traitor to my original university and only EVER wore the school’s aggressively verdant color in a tiny patch on my white coat while I was in clinicals.
Not long after I finished with my Certificate of Completion (why get another Bachelor’s degree? Seems like a lateral move), I jumped squarely into the deep end of veterinary medicine in the “City of the Big Shoulders1.”
I worked with a Board-certified veterinarian who specialized in intervertebral disc disease management and surgical treatment, meningioma-removal via craniectomy, distraction/fusion for Wobbler’s disease and ventriculo-peritoneal shunt placement, among many other, even more austere-sounding procedures. This specialty is the bane of the existence of many veterinarians and techs/nurses, but I enjoyed it. For a few years.
At this point, let me thank you for coming this far on the wordy journey of my wordy life. We are at the final move thus far. 2 houses, 2 dorm rooms & 16 apartments
later, I made it to the 2nd-4th happiest city in America, depending on the source. And found my way to Four Lakes & my favorite & longest-lasting job ever.
1: Shout out to Carl Sandburg