When an animal ‘pays it forward’

EAST NEW MARKET – After 25 years of practicing veterinary medicine, I can honestly say that occasionally I am humbled. The last week of June 2018 was one such week. Being a veterinary practice owner isn’t for the faint of heart. We have good intentions of healing pets and helping their owners, but we have […]

Christmas reflections on the circle of life

I often say I have the best job in the world, and not because of the daily dose of puppies and kittens. Living and working in a small historic village as “the other family doctor” enables me to form deep bonds and build lasting relationships with members of my community. On a daily basis, I […]

Visiting the Vet: Remembering My Heart Animal

In early February of every year, love is in the air. At least it’s supposed to be. Most folks are shopping for fine chocolates, and champagne, making dinner reservations at The Melting Pot or maybe discovering that they really have finally fallen in love with that special someone. Well … not so much for me, […]

Giving the gift of life and friendship

In reflecting upon my 20 plus years as a veterinarian in Dorchester County, I think a lot about the tough cases; the ones that challenge me and test my diagnostic and surgical knowledge. Then there are those that challenge my spirit – the cases that pull at my heart strings as if to test my […]

The One True Veterinary Emergency…And I’m Thankful…

Back in the day when I graduated from veterinary school, I was lucky enough to obtain a job with a pair veterinarians that were patient, nurturing and had a pretty good sense of humor. They had to be because they hired me. My then husband and I had just bought a brand new car and […]

The Case of the Mysteriously Skinny Dalmatian

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” – Mr. Rogers There are many reasons I love being a veterinarian. I often say I have the best job in the world, […]

This veterinarian wears running shoes

I enter and leave through the back door of the animal hospital every day, arriving early in the morning well before my staff. The office is peacefully quiet except for our two office cats and the occasional overnight patient. It’s a great feeling being in my humble little practice preparing for the day’s events, but first I head out for my run. I can squeeze in anywhere from 3-7 miles on these work mornings, and as the staff would agree, it’s best to let Dr. Flaggs run. I come back exhausted but renewed, with great ideas and new insights on cases. And then it’s time to roll!

And roll we did on this particular morning. I had four scheduled surgical procedures and a few appointments strategically nestled in between. It doesn’t sound like much, but I practice alone and I like to take my time and talk to people. I would have had just enough time to squeeze in a shower before my 9 a.m. appointment, if they hadn’t arrived at 8:30. And so, I very embarrassingly and dripping with sweat, walk into the exam room in my running clothes to evaluate my patient. I at least put a scrub top on.

If only you could spread it like peanut butter

I moved to East New Market from Cambridge in September of 2001 when my sons were little. A case of sweet serendipity landed me at the crossroads of Route 14 and 16 one evening. I got lost on my way home from my job as a relief veterinarian when I took a wrong turn. I fell in love with the quaint small town and all of the historic structures.
I couldn’t get East New Market out of my mind, and so I did a little research, only to find a modest yet beautiful home with a large porch, vacant and for sale. I immediately set the wheels in motion to make the move to East New Market.

My husband at the time was a little taken back by the idea. The year before we had our house in Cambridge on the market, intending to move to Easton where we would both be closer to our jobs. Our house never sold and I believe he felt we were just destined to stay in Cambridge. You would think that after 12 years of marriage he would have realized he was married to Lucy Ricardo and her accompanying scatter-brained ideas.