Thursday, April 15, 2010

Trip to the Vet.....

You might think you would dread a trip to the vet.....
For starters....It's crazy expensive..
It usually means one of your precious furry friends is ill....
and...It probably means you need to be calling a carpet cleaner out..because the pet was sick...ALL OVER the carpet!

Usually, I do DREAD going to the vet, but this time was a little different.
Just last week I was over at a girlfriend's house and I was watching her poor little cat drag it's casted leg across the kitchen floor. My girlfriend and I started discussing vets. She told me who she took her poor little broken kitty to and I told her about the vet we take our animals to and how I just love his kind nature. She started laughing hysterically and said, "OH! I bet you go to Dr. *" (names are being withheld to protect the innocent) She went on to reveal that she and her neighbor were JUST talking about Dr. * and how all the women in our town LOVE to go him and they all make sure they have their lipstick on before going because he is just so darn yummy for the eyes!
I had never really looked at Dr. * in this glazed-over dazed-over way before?....I had always just seen him as a great Vet with a thermometer stuck up my dog's tailpipe?!
So today when my little Yorkie came down with an inflammatory bowel fare-up, I sped off to Dr. *'s office...yippee! I couldn't help but giggle inside as I thought about my recent conversation with my gal pal, when he entered the exam room.
Then I quickly broke into a cold sweat as I realized I had not showered, had a Yorkie in my lap with bloody diarrhea, and only had clumpy Carmex glossing my chapped lips as I dazzled the adorable Dr. * with my gagging stories of the contents of my Yorkie's "mudpies" she had left me all over my carpet!

Irresistible, yep, that's me alright!

1 comment:

Amy said...

That's hilarious!

I've been having "tailbone troubles" - more specifically, my SI joints. So I went to an orthopedic doctor, that I've been calling the "butt doctor" because he gets to stare at my ample, bumpy, lumpy bootie. He's totally hot. When I went in for my consult, he walked in the door and I almost bolted. I thought "of course you're hot - and now I get to drop my britches and let you examine perhaps my *worst* body part". As awkward as having a hot OB/GYN.