When your dog gets published in the most widely read Irish newspaper, you hope they at least get your name right. The Irish like to call me ‘Laura’, ‘Loraine’, or ‘Lorna’ as ‘Lauren’ just isn’t that widely used here…I guess I should just embrace it!
On Sunday, September 16th, 2018, JUNO had this to say in The Irish Independent:
My name is Juno, and I’m a vet’s dog.
My story begins in Northern Ireland, where as a pup I was left on the side of a road in a thunderstorm. Hours later, drenched and in a state of shock, I was found by a family and brought into a local vet clinic. Here, I not only found my forever person, Laura, but I also found my life’s calling.
Laura was a vet student seeing practice there. She and I immediately connected, and from there I pursued her life’s passion alongside her-literally. She carried me in her back pack to all her vet lectures at UCD and then after she qualified we crossed the ocean to America. Here I came into my own as a vet’s dog, finding I could often detect illness and pain in our patients before Laura could. I think this is most likely due to my heightened canine senses and intuition, of which humans seem to have little, even my Laura.
On her night shifts in Miami during her medicine and surgery internship I was at her heels every step of the way; from seizing ferrets and ridiculous raccoons getting their heads stuck in tin cans, to dogs eating entire chess sets due to anxiety! And that poor dwarf hamster, Milly, who accidently got sucked up into a vacuum cleaner on Christmas Eve! Oh, the antics of small animal veterinary medicine…But I’m digressing.
We then travelled up to Philadelphia for a few years and are now back again in Ireland, specifically Galway. We settled beside a little sheep farm, where lambing season is particularly exciting; midnight c-sections and hundreds of little lambs getting into the most heinous situations. I’ve found I have a proclivity for sheep farming, especially after that time I single pawedly coached Marigold through her birth of lamb triplets last year. (I’m currently working on my personal memoirs regarding our veterninary adventures, so watch this space!) Yes, we’re busy, but we’re following a calling. I’m eleven years old, and not getting any more pup-like, but as a terrier I’ll hopefully be blessed with longevity. The longer I’m in this world to assist Laura, the more good we can do for all creatures, great and small.