I don't know about the rest of you, but I actually pause when someone asks me about my profession. Each and every time I'll wage a cerebral war with myself on the pros/cons of telling this complete stranger about what I do, because 75% of the time the next words will be, "So I have this dog...".

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Family affair

Sometimes the exam room feels like a clown car - exactly how many people can we fit in there? Let's see....myself, G (my tech), Sam and Sally (husband and wife), Sarah (13 year old daughter), Seth, Steve and Stuart (11 year old triplet boys) and Tom, Dick and Harry (their three bodyguards, I mean chihuahuas). And just in case you haven't had the pleasure of being in one of our exam rooms lately, we do have the usual exam table, desk with computer, mini-fridge on a cabinet, sink, large dog scale on the floor, and a cart with various bottles, instruments and other paraphernalia, all in the same room. I guess it was a good thing the family wasn't into English Mastiffs.

Oh, and you'd be surprised to hear that one of the chihuahuas bit me. I know, shocking.

2 comments:

  1. But did they smell like that tantalizing combo of body odor and cigarette smoke? Oh, and totally shocked the chi bit you. Not!

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  2. Thankfully no, that definitely would've made it worse. And I'm never shocked when a chi bites me, although I'm starting to offer a complimentary party muzzle gift for every new chihuahua that comes in for an exam between now and.....well, forever. Actually, not offer so much as require.

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