Adventures in Mexico

Jerry and I, being professional philanthropists (as are most vets,) as well as amateur anthropologists, went to San Carlos, Mexico, to have a clinic at the local Humane Society.

I found out that Jerry's passport had expired about 10 years ago when we got to the linea. Jerry was quite ashamed of himself. Not.

Jerry got back into the truck after being denied a visa and said, "Head south, cuņado!" So we did. Jerry's lack of fear of the federales is something I admire, but don't emulate.

Conditions were primitive in the clinic. There was no running water, no gas anesthesia or anesthetic monitoring equipment, the surgical instruments were old and rusty, and the suture was outdated. Here we have a cat spay and a dog spay going on simultaneously in the operating theatre.

I was there to help teach a senior veterinary student from the University of Sinaloa, she was doing an externship at the Humane Society.

This family had two dogs that we spayed. The recovery time was prolonged due to the use of injectable anesthesia, requiring the use of this Mexican dog ambulance. Although our cultures are very different, I found that many of the Mexican families I encountered cared for and loved their dogs and cats just as we do here in the States.

We did 10 surgeries and saw another 14 sick animals that day. Medical cases included lamenesses, heavy parasite loads, malnutrition, skin diseases, and one bitch with a transmissible venereal tumor. I followed up a few weeks later and learned that all the surgical patients did well. We felt like the Pros from Dover.

At the right, you can see the window through which a swarm of bees flew around midday. Just to make things interesting.

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