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, April 9, 2012

The day after Easter...

"Could you check out the bumps on Speedy's back, my wife and I are REALLY worried they could be cancer, especially since he's a boxer and all."

"Of course, no problem. How long have the bumps been there?"

"Probably since February, maybe longer."

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