And the winner is


From the editor: They kept coming and coming and coming. Every day during January and February I would get an exasperated look from the mailroom guy as he brought in my mail. Some days he had to carry it with both hands. Most days it wouldn't fit in my in-box so he dumped it on my table.

From the editor:

They kept coming and coming and coming. Every day during January and February I would get an exasperated look from the mailroom guy as he brought in my mail. Some days he had to carry it with both hands. Most days it wouldn't fit in my in-box so he dumped it on my table.

It seems The Mike Obenski Writing Contest got the creative juices flowingof more than 200 of our readers! Some came carefully wrapped, beautifullytyped and with a heartfelt cover letter. Others were slapped into a FederalExpress envelope, handwritten on the backs of used paper; and some camewith unidentified smears I'm hoping were nothing more than food stains.

One thing is clear. Each and every entry was heartfelt and written witha very distinct memory in mind.

But our judge's head was not turned easily. Each time I talked to MikeObenski about his progress in finding a winner, he would coyly reserve judgement,only divulging his "three pile judging system-maybe's, possiblies andno way's."

Finally, the white smoke rose out of the chimney at 4090 Tilghman St.,Allentown, Pa., and we had the Top 13, including the winner.

Mike admitted he had fun judging all the entries and from the glowingcomments that came with them about "Where Did I Go Wrong," he'scopped a prima donna attitude and has asked for a raise, more space in themagazine and a bigger picture of himself but I digress, that's my problem,not yours.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to share your stories. They werea true pleasure for me to read as well, although I didn't have voting privileges!

The winner is printed on this page. The second, third and honorable mentionwinners will be published consecutively in the July, August and Septemberissues. But, I've made you wait long enough. Here are the Top 13 accordingto Dr. Mike Obenski!

First Place: Dr. Terry Grandt, Farmington, Ill.

Second Place: Dr. Mark Peters, Council Bluffs, Iowa

Third Place: Dr. Kirsten Marek, Blackstone, Ill.

Honorable Mention: Dr. Shelly Hylton-Herring,

Phoenixville, Pa.

5. James C. Frank, Milwaukee, Wisc.

6. W.S. Furi, Frederick, Md.

7. Kelly Meckley Bergman, East Stroudsburg, Pa.

8. Lynne L. Arnold, Milan, Ohio

9. Steven N. Schwartz, Chesterfield, Ohio

10. Jim Smith, Wichita, Kan.

11. Noelle R. Miles, Columbia, Ill.

12. Stephanie Breslin Studebaker, Springboro, Ohio

13. Benjamin F. Edwards, West Linn, Ore.

Good fences make good neighbors

By Terry Grandt, DVM

Contributing Author

To many people, a large animal is a Golden Retriever. To me, it's a dairycow.

I certainly like dogs and cats and our own pets have been important membersof our household. It's just that my experience as a veterinarian has beenprimarily with dairy cattle. As an employee in a mixed animal practice inrural Wisconsin in the late 1970s, I had to take my turn at spending oneafternoon a week treating small animals.

Most of the time I spent in the clinic I wished I was back out with thecows, but I did my best to understand what the client wanted and to treatthe animal accordingly.

One such afternoon I had one of those "they'll never believe this,"episodes that I found hard to believe myself.

Mr. Goodneighbor brought his young female Beagle, Cleopatra, in for anexamination. We had not seen the dog before, but her rabies tag was currentand she seemed to be in good health. I asked if she had been having anyproblems lately or if there were any changes in her behavior.

"No," he said.

I asked if she had been eating and drinking normally.

"Yes," was his reply.

I asked him exactly why he had brought her in for an exam, but his answerwas vague. He said he wanted her to have a routine exam just to make sureshe was OK.

I proceeded to take her temperature, check her heart, lungs, eyes, ears,nose and throat. I told him that his dog was fine. As far as I was concernedthe exam was over and I made my move toward the door. Mr. Goodneighbor stayedright where he was. Evidently, I hadn't done what he wanted me to do.

He said that Cleo had just been in heat for the first time. I saw thather vulva was slightly swollen and agreed with him that she had recentlybeen in heat. She looked fine now. Once again I was ready to end the exam,but he still wasn't' finished.

He told me his neighbor had a male dog that he didn't like and that thedog came in and out of his yard and he didn't like that either. In fact,a few days ago the male dog had come into his yard and mated with Cleo andthat really made him mad. Evidently this fellow never heard the saying thatgood fences make good neighbors. I suggested that any time his female dogwas in heat, to be careful when she was let out to avoid unwanted mating.I also told him he should consider having his dog spayed.

Not listening to a word I said, he continued by telling me that the twodogs had gotten stuck together and they wouldn't come apart. Cleo was strugglingand yelping and he was determined to separate them.

First, he tried throwing water on them but they stayed stuck. I couldhave told him that wouldn't work, but I just listened and nodded. Then hetried pulling them apart and that didn't work either. I told him that dogsdo get stuck together in this situation and that the best thing to do isleave them alone until they separate themselves. But he wasn't willing towait for that to happen.

When he was trying to pull the two dogs apart for the second time, themale dog bit him. (I imagined that he'd bite, too, if he was in that situation.)By then, he was so angry that he went into his house, brought out his gunand shot and killed the male dog! I couldn't believe what I was hearing!And yet, I did believe him because he was absolutely serious in the tellingof his tale, and I don't think anyone could make up such a bizarre story!I couldn't imagine anyone doing such a thing! I couldn't imagine what happenedwhen his neighbor found out!

By this time, I really wished I was outside with the cows or anywhereelse for that matter. However, Cleo was in good shape and it remained amystery to me what he still wanted me to do to the dog.

Much to my relief, his lengthy story was coming to a conclusion. Evenafter he shot the male, the two dogs remained stuck together. Cleo continuedto struggle and yelp. He still couldn't get them apart. So he went backinto his house, brought out a knife and cut off the dead dog's male member.But he never saw the part he cut off fall out of his dog. He thought thatif he brought his dog in for an exam, I would routinely check inside herand let him know if I found anything. Finally, I knew the reason for theexam!

Within a minute I was able to assure him that there was no male memberinside his female. Once he found out what he wanted to know, Mr. Goodneighborand Cleo left promptly. An exam that should have taken five minutes took35 minutes and seemed like an hour. At least his was the last appointmentfor the day. I wasn't up for any more surprises.

We never heard from Mr. Goodneighbor again. Considering what happened,I would imagine he moved to a place far away. Somewhere with a good fence.Nowhere near the place where I was happily tending the dairy cows.


Dr. Grandt grew up in rural Farmington, Illinois. He received his DVMdegree in 1973 from the University of Illinois. He has worked as a mixedand small animal practitioner during his career. He currently works parttime seeing beef cattle and some small animals in a Farmington practice.He says his two sons must know something he didn't-neither one became aveterinarian!

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