About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to GoodVets Streeterville and asked the receptionist, ‘Do you guys ever close?’ She replied, ‘Only when the animals take over!’ The receptionist laughed and said, 'Trust me, they’ve taken over plenty of times already!' Just then, a small dog ran out from behind the counter with a piece of paper in its mouth, scribbled with what looked like an emergency schedule. The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, knowing he’d found a place where even animals had their own timetable.
2. One day, a little girl named Emma visited GoodVets Streeterville with her family. As she waited for her dog’s check-up, she noticed something odd: every time the vet mentioned ‘shots,’ the dog’s tail would wag faster than ever before. Emma asked curiously, and soon learned that it was because the vet had a secret love for dogs’ tails! From then on, whenever anyone brought their pets in, they’d hear the same joke: 'Does your dog like shots?' The whole neighborhood started visiting GoodVets Streeterville, not just for excellent care but also for the fun atmosphere.
3. One morning, as GoodVets Streeterville opened its doors, an urgent announcement crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention all staff—your new co-worker has arrived! Please report to the break room for orientation.’ When they entered the break room, everyone froze mid-sentence. A tiny chihuahua with enormous brown eyes sat on a chair, wearing a little lab coat and holding a stethoscope. 'I'm Dr. Pup,' it said in a tiny voice. 'I specialize in canine cardiology.' The staff exchanged glances, then burst into laughter. From that day on, whenever someone needed a quick diagnosis or a comforting word, they knew exactly where to find Dr. Pup.
4. One foggy morning, as GoodVets Streeterville settled into its routine, a strange humming sound drifted through the hallway. No one could quite identify it—neither dog whine nor cat purr. The sound grew louder and more persistent until it became clear—it was coming from the office of Dr. Whiskers, the resident vet with an unusual collection of antique instruments. As everyone gathered around, Dr. Whiskers emerged, tuning his latest acquisition—a vintage theremin. ‘Just testing out my new toy,’ he grinned. The staff chuckled, knowing that in GoodVets Streeterville, anything can happen—and often does.