Dr. Paul Fox

My love of animals started at a very early. At the age of 5, I found a beautiful spotted butterfly (moth) that could not fly, and named it Poopsie. I kept it in a jar for 2-3 days fed it, exercised it and let it rest in the hopes that with a little tender loving care it would get its strength back and fly away. To my surprise it soon laid hundreds of eggs, and to my great sadness proceeded to die. After a funeral, a week of crying , and multiple exhumations I decided I would care for her eggs. Memory gets a little fuzzy at that point but after repeating similar stories with bees, sweat bees, birds, the story was the same. I always wanted to take care of the ones who couldn’t take care of themselves.

I grew up with weimeraners and my father was doing advanced obedience training with dogs, so I was always surrounded by well-trained and loving dogs who always gave me kisses. I therefore always assumed that every dog was friendly and was always putting my face into theirs to get kisses. This generally went well until I tried to kiss a box turtle and it bit me in the nose. To this day I still love to get kisses from dogs (not so much turtles) and yes one day I will get bit again but so far, it is worth the chance.

At the age of 9 while my parents were away for the day and the neighbors were watching me, my weimeraner, Rogue, came home after a day of roaming the neighborhood with a chunk of his ear missing from an apparent dogfight. So with a bucket of water and some towels, I cleaned and wrapped the ear and waited for my parents to return. Upon their arrival they quickly called our veterinarian, who in those days made house calls. Once again the brain plays tricks on the memory but what I distinctly heard the vet say was “You did a great job, you should think about becoming a veterinarian one day”. That pretty much sealed it.

My focus and studies never strayed from that path. Virginia Tech was just starting a veterinary school in collaboration with Maryland so it became my first and only application, and thankfully I was accepted. Even before completing my undergraduate degree, I applied and was accepted to the Virginia-Maryland Regional College of Veterinary Medicine, graduating in 1988.

I am a middle child, (both of whom are lawyers) and because of that those middle child traits of trying to be the peacemaker I take comfort in seeing both sides of the story. After playing with and getting lots of kisses from my patients, even including the occasional cat lick, I find the most rewarding part of his job is solving problems and acting as the mediator. Every pet, family, dynamics are different, meaning different answers are required. That is the reward and the true art of veterinary medicine.

I have been happily married to my wife Micki for 17 years, am blessed and cursed with two teenage children, Dylan and Liam who go to school locally at Hereford High School.

Most people assume because I am a veterinarian I has lots of pets, but with one dog, Isabelle a 10 year old blind, allergic, hip dysplastic, VERY sweet chocolate lab, and Kahuna, the sweetest (except if you are a mouse), most easy going big orange tabby. Everything is very copasetic in the Fox household. As much as I want to bring home, and am offered many pets, there is balance.

In my free time I love to dabble in anything that will get me outside. Between biking, both mountain and road, snowboarding, running on the local trails, skeet shooting, and watching my kids play soccer and run cross country and track, I also try to do workouts like p90x, Insanity, yoga and tai chi. There is always something on me that hurts. This is all to disguise the fact that I love to eat junk food.