Animals are unpredictable things so our whole life is unpredictable. It’s a long tale of little triumphs and disasters and you’ve got to really like it to stick it.
Hold of a cow’s nose for me he would say solemnly
Great waves seemed to billow from him – impatience, frustration, criticism, irritation.
Clear-skinned
Back of the tongue and into the mouth, and when it came within
What I didn’t notice was that the passenger seat was not fixed to the floor but stood freely on its sledge-like runners. I dropped into it and went over backwards, finishing with my head on the rear s...
This time, the seat went over quicker than usual and I hurtled backwards, coming to rest with my head among some Wellingtons and my knees tucked underneath my chin. A row of surprised faces peered in...
This old man had once told me that he left school when he was twelve, whereas I had spent most of the twenty-four years in my life in study. Yet when I looked back on the last hour or so I could come...
Over the years I knew her she always looked at me like that - as though I was a quite pleasant but amusing object - and it always did the same thing to me. It's difficult to put into words but perhaps...
Often, too, they would slip half a
Northern Pennines.
My mind went back to my school-days and an old gentleman talking to the class about careers. He had said: If you decide to become a veterinary surgeon you will never grow rich but you will have a life...
If you decide to become a veterinary surgeon you will never grow rich but you will have a life of endless interest and variety.
If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans. You’ve nothing to worry about there.
I went back to my conversation with Siegfried that morning; we had just about decided that the man with a lot of animals couldn't be expected to feel affection for individuals among them. But those bu...
I had such a frightening experience last week, Mrs. Pumphrey continued. I was sure I would have to call you out. Poor little Tricki—he went completely crackerdog! I mentally lined this up with flop-bo...
I can't bear it, Mr. Herriot. He was like a Christian was that pig, just like a Christian.
Cuando todo el mundo sigue por un camino, yo cojo el otro.
As I say, I rather pride myself on this little expertise and even today my veterinary colleagues have been known to remark: Old Herriot may be limited in many respects but by God he can wrap a cat. As
He devoted a considerable amount of his acute intelligence to the cause of doing as little as possible. Tristan did, in fact, spend much of his time sleeping in a chair.