The Butter Bison and the Boxer Gonna share a little tale that was inspired by this comment by @Hakuouki from this thread started by @praivo Background: I am a Registered Veterinary Technician. I've been out of practice for a few years, but still retain my license in case I ever want to get back into it. My last job in the field was working at a high-volume spay/neuter clinic. We always gave the instructions that your pet was not allowed food after midnight the night before surgery, and if they vomited anything other than bile, surgery was canceled and you would not get your money back. The cancelation was for safety; if a pet vomited under anesthesia, the vomit could end up in the airway and the patient could suffocate to death. So the best way to prevent this was fasting the animal for 8 to 12 hours before surgery. The "no-refund" policy was because we were run by a non-profit, and canceling a surgery for the day meant we wouldn't meet our financial quota unless we still charged for it. Anyway, the boss was some 5 foot nothing, wide-as-she-was-tall butter bison who had been a stay-at-home-mom for the previous 8 years and an Animal Care Attendant before that (meaning in a perfect world, she would be reporting to me, not the other way around.)  She was pretty much a kennel attendant, qualified to clean up dog shit and do laundry, but somehow managed to be in a managerial position in this clinic. She didn't have the medical knowledge or the intelligence to understand the gravity of the situation when a patient vomited, despite there being a clinic policy for that exact thing. The dogs were all administered morphine as part of their preanesthetic cocktail, which usually made them throw up. As I said, if it was just bile and stomach acid, not a big deal. But this one boxer barfed up what looked like a mixture of dog kibble and carrots. It had clearly eaten a whole meal before coming in that morning. I went to tell the hamager that we needed to cancel surgery, and she told me no, we were going ahead because it was "just a neuter". Spay or neuter, it doesn't matter, the dog is still under full anesthesia. And since it was a boxer, anesthesia already carried a higher risk (due to their smushed in faces and shorter airway, anesthesia is more dangerous on boxers and other dogs with short noses). The fact that it puked made it ten times more dangerous than it already was. I explained to her that it was my professional medical opinion that we should not proceed with surgery, but she pulled the "I'm the manager, you do what I say" bullshit card. I relayed this information to the vet, and she was equally pissed. We both knew that if that boxer died under anesthesia, it was us who would lose our licenses, not the obeast cunt "running" the show, because she had no license to lose. Thank god the dog recovered without incident. I also ended up reporting the manager to our head office because fuck her. In the end, the bitch tried to accuse me of a bunch of shit I would never do (such as abusing the animals) and literally bullied me until my psychiatrist told me I needed to resign for my mental health. That fat cunt is one of the biggest reasons I joined FPH. I hope you'll all join me in hating her too. Edit: grammar