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...".

Monday, August 9, 2010


Me: So all I saw on the cytology of the mass on your dog's toe were red blood cells. We may need to do a biopsy to get a better idea of what it is.

Owner: Does that require anesthesia?

4yr old son of the owner: I have red blood cells in my penis!!!

Come on, can you possibly blame me for laughing?