worst pet experiences?

Rose wrote: Oh, that reminds me of why I stopped using Animal Kind. My poor old cat needed his teeth cleaned. Animal Kind said they needed to do bloodwork first, so, okay, they took blood and did an exam. I went back a month later and they said the bloodwork was fine but he needed some shots before he could have his teeth cleaned. Okay, I paid for the shots and another exam. I took him back a month later and the vet started to do yet another exam and I stopped her and said he'd had two exams already and what about his teeth? She said the bloodwork was now outdated and he needed more blood taken before they would clean his teeth. :x I said no to more bloodwork. They charged me for the "exam" even though the vet had done nothing more than run her hands over him. I really felt like I'd been scammed. At that point, I'd spent two or three hundred dollars, and the cat still had nasty teeth. I asked for a copy of his records and switched vets.

WhyFi, I'm so sorry about your kitty.

kensingtonmom wrote: How about worst pet (I think we have all had to put down a beloved pet and it is really horrible--totally can relate WiFi).

I "rescued" a baby goat from becoming goat stew when I was 12. I should have known she would be trouble when the first night she stood up in my bed and peed on my head. Although she was a cute pet the first year, she just kept on growing and she grew a huge set of curved horns and a nasty disposition--she only liked me. We would try to put champagne corks on the tips of her sharp horns but she would rub them off when she decided to go on the attack. The minute she heard anyone walking down the road (at the cottage) she would butt her "goat house" across her pen, jump on it, jump over the five foot fence and charge full speed down the road with those big curved horns down ready for action--she managed to tree entire families that summer and reduced grown men to whimpering for help.

Then my father thought he could "harness" that energy and made her a goat cart. He put me in it when it was finished, and the goat saw a neighbor coming and charged after him with me clinging to the cart and all of us falling down a steep bank into a patch of berry bushes.

One night a big brown bear went after her and I admit, we were all secretly rooting for the bear. But of course, this goat was tough and even though she was chained at night to her house, she managed to get a good head butt into the bear's side and it ran off yelping.

After she chased a couple off the end of their dock and actually followed them by jumping into the lake after them, we knew she had to go. A farmer took her and planned on breeding her and milking her. She killed her first set of babies by sitting on them, gored her mate and then the farmer put her down. So looks like she ended up being goat stew afterall.

kensingtonmom wrote: How about worst pet (I think we have all had to put down a beloved pet and it is really horrible--totally can relate WiFi).

I "rescued" a baby goat from becoming goat stew when I was 12. I should have known she would be trouble when the first night she stood up in my bed and peed on my head. Although she was a cute pet the first year, she just kept on growing and she grew a huge set of curved horns and a nasty disposition--she only liked me. We would try to put champagne corks on the tips of her sharp horns but she would rub them off when she decided to go on the attack. The minute she heard anyone walking down the road (at the cottage) she would butt her "goat house" across her pen, jump on it, jump over the five foot fence and charge full speed down the road with those big curved horns down ready for action--she managed to tree entire families that summer and reduced grown men to whimpering for help.

Then my father thought he could "harness" that energy and made her a goat cart. He put me in it when it was finished, and the goat saw a neighbor coming and charged after him with me clinging to the cart and all of us falling down a steep bank into a patch of berry bushes.

One night a big brown bear went after her and I admit, we were all secretly rooting for the bear. But of course, this goat was tough and even though she was chained at night to her house, she managed to get a good head butt into the bear's side and it ran off yelping.

After she chased a couple off the end of their dock and actually followed them by jumping into the lake after them, we knew she had to go. A farmer took her and planned on breeding her and milking her. She killed her first set of babies by sitting on them, gored her mate and then the farmer put her down. So looks like she ended up being goat stew afterall.