This was an aging, ailing medium-sized mixed breed.  The oddball-white-woman-of-suburbia owner would drag Scarlett into the other vet clinic where I worked on Saturdays, this one in Yuppyville. She’d be brought in on a blanket because she could not walk. Her condition was irreversible. She continuously soiled herself because she could not control anything beyond the middle of her spine. She looked miserable and in pain. And her loving, devoted owner would bring her in regularly for acupuncture.

Yes, acupuncture.

The pitiful thing should have been euthanized. I expressed my opinion to the other technicians, but this dog was like this crazy woman’s child and so… know…her life dragged on until the bitter end.