VCA Smoky Hill Animal Hospital

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At VCA Smoky Hill Animal Hospital, every morning begins with an unexpected announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our canine patient Mr. Whiskers has just requested a cheeseburger from room three.’ One day, a delivery driver arrived with a confused look on his face. ‘I brought Mr. Whiskers’ cheeseburger,’ he said, ‘but it’s for room three—and there’s no one in room three!’ Just then, a small voice came from behind the counter: 'Actually, I’m Mr. Whiskers. And you’re late—my burger’s getting cold!'

2. At VCA Smoky Hill Animal Hospital, every morning begins with an unexpected announcement over the intercom. Today it was a neighbor asking if anyone had seen his pet parrot escape again—this time wearing a tiny cowboy hat and carrying a saddle made from bandages. Next came a frantic delivery driver claiming their package had been snatched mid-delivery by a curious golden retriever dressed as a mailman. Finally, the vet tech announced that the day’s most peculiar patient—a squirrel wearing a fez—had just checked in for its annual checkup. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing another ordinary yet extraordinary day at VCA Smoky Hill Animal Hospital had begun.

3. At VCA Smoky Hill Animal Hospital, one day a concerned neighbor asked: ‘Why do all the dogs bark in unison when the mailman comes?’ The vet looked puzzled for a moment and then smiled. 'Ah,' she said, 'it's because our canine patients recognize the delivery driver as their friend.' The neighbor scratched his head, confused, until he saw the delivery driver waving cheerfully from across the street.

4. At VCA Smoky Hill Animal Hospital, one night a delivery driver swore he heard a faint meowing sound coming from the storage room. Curious, he peeked inside and found nothing but empty crates. Suddenly, an old cat appeared from behind a crate, yawned, stretched, and walked out nonchalantly. The delivery driver scratched his head, shrugged, and went back to work, muttering something about ‘probably just an overactive imagination.’