Dr. Ernie Ward

I had just completed my physical exam and was beginning to discuss my findings when Dr. Google joined us. I was seated across from a smartly dressed, smartphone-wielding young client. As she flashed the screen to show me her list of demands, I noticed a clear drop of liquid reflecting from the nostril of the

You’re exactly right, like a goose! She stretches her neck waaaay out like this …” I was on my first telephone call of the day with the remarkable descriptive owner of Flora the Maltipoo, named after the Roman goddess of flowers and spring, naturally. Flora seemed to be suffering from chronic vomiting, although there seemed

Bosco was a cheerful Cocker Spaniel, quick with a lick and a wag. His mom, however, was not so cheerful and remarkably reluctant to smile. I was seeing Bosco for the first time, and his major issue was one many Cocker Spaniels face: chronic ear infections. “All I want to know is how bad is

The rug in front of Robin’s door was a tangle of hair and blood; couch cushions strewn across the floor. Hearing faint echoes of whimpering from the kitchen, she rushed to find her beloved Boston Terrier frantically clawing at the side of her face. Robin swept Suki into her arms and sped to her veterinarian.

“Idiot what?” Based on the current situation, I could understand the pet owner’s frustration and worry. On my exam table lay his nearly lifeless dog, Chloe. Chloe had recently celebrated her sixth birthday and, 48 hours ago, was a perfectly healthy Cocker Spaniel. When I saw her, she could barely raise her head. “Idiopathic immune-mediated

The shopping bag thudded onto the exam table. “These are the ones I have out on the counter. There could be a couple more I missed. I was in a hurry.” Good thing I had plenty of time to sort through the enormous mound of dog supplements, vitamins and magic pills covering the table. OK,