Fremont River Veterinary Clinic

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Our Beginning

It all started with the purchase of some chickens from a neighbor. Looking back, I haven’t the slightest clue as to why I was interested in those chickens. I was nine months pregnant with my fourth child, my husband (Dr. Jake) was finishing his last rotation for vet school five hours away, we didn’t own a home, and Dr. Jake didn’t even have a full time job lined up. Nevertheless, here I was getting chickens. After we had determined that I wanted the chickens, and that I would come back and get them and the coop, my neighbor casually mentioned that her son-in-law was wanting to sell his furniture shop. Everything seemed to freeze for a minute as the thought instantly entered my head that that would be a good place for a veterinary clinic. It was a neat log building on the main road. . . . . . .1 acre lot. . .. . . Already commercially zoned. . . . . . . . .I quickly shook my head. “This is crazy!” I thought to myself. No bank would loan us money right now, and even if one did we weren’t sure how much of a need for a veterinarian there would be in this rural place. Would we be busy? Later that day I casually mentioned to my parents about the furniture shop being for sale, and they immediately thought that it would be a good place for a veterinary clinic as well. When I talked to Dr. Jake that night (via telephone) I asked him if he thought it would be worth looking into. He thought it would, so I immediately arranged to get the keys for the building so me and my parents could go take a look around the next morning. We really had to focus on the potential that next morning. The furniture shop hadn’t been in operation for a few years. Bird nests and bird droppings covered the front porch area; wood, saw dust, and trash were littered in piles all over the property and up against the building. The lobby was full of miscellaneous items, wood stain, and oh yes, coffins. Saw dust. . . . . Did I mention saw dust? It was in every nook and cranny, and a thick layer of it covered everything. From the lobby you walked into the back of the building which was a huge wood shop. Wood tools and started wood projects were everywhere. . . . . . .and more coffins. Everywhere you walked you were wading through saw dust. “Vision! Focus on the vision!” I thought to myself while taking pictures to send to Dr. Jake. Dr. Jake could definitely see the vision and wanted to try to buy the place, so we went to the bank, and the process begun.

~Purchasing the Building~ Dr. Jake missed his graduation. Instead of being at the graduation we were in the hospital having a baby, and Dr. Jake was continually on the phone with the owner of the wood shop about the sales agreement. That weekend both parties signed the agreement and purchasing the building was moving right along. It was evident that my dad was enjoying the wood shop; while in the hospital Dr. Jake received a picture of him in a coffin with his tongue hanging out. Never boring around here! We were able to purchase the wood shop, and the work began! We had to haul over twenty heaping dump truck loads off the property before we could see the building, or the ground for that matter. My dad brought his backhoe over so hauling everything off wasn’t too painful. . . . . . .except for that squirrel that got into the fan of his backhoe and jammed things up. . . . . .Oh and the nail that got stuck in his backhoe tire. . . . . .and his truck tire picked up another one. Sorry dad! I’m glad we finally uncovered that spot where they would burn pallets. It took me half of a day to pick up all those nails and screws, and when I was done I had filled a five gallon bucket halfway full. Everyone was amused by all the coffins scattered all over the building. The joke was that our clinic’s motto should be: “We’re killing it!” Nice try guys! That just wouldn’t fly for a veterinary clinic. . . . .