So, I took my cat to the emergency vet last night. True story...in one of those bizarrely unromantic moments of pet ownership, it turns out she had a ruptured anal gland. Remind me to tell you about that sometime.
Anyway, I walked in the clinic and was advised that there's an up-front $130 fee for emergency vet services. My first thought: $130 just for walking in the door?! Man...I'm in the WRONG line of work!
Within about fifteen minutes, however, there was a veterinarian in the exam room with her finger in my cat's butt. My thought: Ah...THAT'S why I'm not a vet.
The biggest kudos in the world to vets who bravely go where mortals fear to tread, all for the sake of keeping our furry friends healthy and with us for many years.
(My reflections on the ride home: Damn...I should have asked for her number. Would that have been weird, under the circumstances?)
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
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I never thought I'd see the day when a woman violated your pussy. Talk about the tables being turned.
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