This a wonderful warm stroll down memory lane. A memoir of a Canadian born vet, Bruce Fogle, living and working in his first job in 1970's London after qualification. He is in a prestigious practice in Knightsbridge, tending to patients from Harrods department store and the great and good of British Society.
He is learning fast that just because you speak English you shouldn't assume you know about Britain and it's idiosyncrasies.
It is a warm, funny and witty journey, written in a very easy style to read. Very enjoyable and relatable in the vein of James Herriot but with 70's flares and sandals (notably on the banned list of suitable attire for a vet).
I really enjoyed it primarily as it took me back to my own first days as a vet in practice over 20 years ago, I too remember being told I looked about 16 years old and could they see the real vet please. The description of the relationships with owners and their pets is real and genuine and gave me shivers to remember very similar of my own stories.
I would love to read the rest of this book and the rest of Bruce's adventures.
He is learning fast that just because you speak English you shouldn't assume you know about Britain and it's idiosyncrasies.
It is a warm, funny and witty journey, written in a very easy style to read. Very enjoyable and relatable in the vein of James Herriot but with 70's flares and sandals (notably on the banned list of suitable attire for a vet).
I really enjoyed it primarily as it took me back to my own first days as a vet in practice over 20 years ago, I too remember being told I looked about 16 years old and could they see the real vet please. The description of the relationships with owners and their pets is real and genuine and gave me shivers to remember very similar of my own stories.
I would love to read the rest of this book and the rest of Bruce's adventures.