There were no cruelty or neglect cases Saturday night. It was an extremely busy night, though, and I saw 21 new cases in 15 hours. On average, each case takes me about an hour. Some take much less time, some much more, but on average that's what it works out to. And then there were the already-hospitalized cases on top of that.
The assholes were a couple who were pissed off that I hadn't taken the time out to call them to get their Jack Russell terrier, who was wound tighter than a clock spring and trying to bite the staff whenever they opened his cage door. 21 cases in 15 hours. I barely had time to go to the bathroom. Had they called, as I had been told they would, he likely would have gone home earlier, though perhaps not entirely well. As it is, by the time I realized they hadn't called, it was very late, and I'm not in the habit of calling people about nonessential matters, especially not at 3AM. They would likely have been pissed off if I'd done so, anyway.
They were also pissed off that we hadn't fed the dog, who was hospitalized because he'd been vomiting constantly for two days. I hope he puked all over them on the way home.
Also: if you had trouble reading the caption in the photo in the last post, click on it to go to the Flickr page, where you can view it in larger sizes. If you don't recognize him, it's Phil Spector from his murder trial. The little bichon was a very nice, if timid, patient with nice owners.