GoodVets

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to GoodVets with an unusual package. The vet staff exchanged puzzled glances as they unwrapped it—inside was a small card reading: ‘Whoever finds me, please take good care of me.’ Curiously, inside the package lay another smaller box containing a tiny teddy bear wearing a veterinarian’s coat. A note read: 'If you’re taking care of animals here, who am I supposed to treat?' Everyone burst out laughing—it turned out to be a prank from a regular customer who loved teasing them.

2. In the quiet of early morning, a delivery driver pulled up to GoodVets with an unexpected passenger. A small, furry creature had snuck into his truck and now sat curiously in the backseat, watching him with big, curious eyes. ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’ the confused driver asked himself, glancing at the little animal that was now inspecting his lunchbox. After some deliberation, he decided to bring it to GoodVets. ‘At least they’ll know what to do,’ he thought with a smile. Inside, the vet gently examined the curious visitor, who turned out to be just a mischievous kitten on a mission to explore the city.’

3. At closing time, a regular walked into GoodVets and asked the vet tech, ‘Do you ever wonder why your patients never come here for happy hours?’ The vet tech shrugged, smiling. ‘Maybe they’re saving their best howls for home.’ A delivery driver chimed in, ‘Or maybe they know happy hours are reserved for humans only!’ Everyone chuckled as the regular shook his head and left, muttering something about cats who always land on their feet—even when it comes to happy hours.

4. In the middle of a hot summer afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to GoodVets with a crate that seemed suspiciously heavy for just a cat. As he approached the door, a tiny voice piped up from inside: 'Mommy, why is the vet so excited?' The delivery driver exchanged puzzled glances with the receptionist, who shrugged and said, ‘Must be one talkative kitty!’ The little voice continued softly, ‘And why are there so many people here today?’ Just then, an older gentleman walked out, scratching his head and muttering, ‘I’ll never understand why they call it “good” vets when they always make such a fuss.’ The story ended with everyone laughing, including the tiny voice coming from behind the curtain—probably belonging to someone’s overly curious dog.