Sanity prevailed and I skipped Black Friday in favor of slumber. Slumber and a veterinary appointment for the newest member of our family, Casey, a golden retriever mix that has taken to trying to french kiss me every morning.
Minus the attempted tongue action, she's a cool little gal with a face that could melt Satan's heart and she seems to fit right into the WM family chaos.
The veterinary appointment went along with out incident until the vet brought up the heartworm test. I knew she was going to ask me to bring in a fecal sample... which frankly, I'm so not down. The vet suprised me when she said she could try and check for fecal matter when she took Casey in the back to "chip" her.
Sweet I thought. I don't have to go in the backyard and mine for turds. The vet will discreetly retrieve some.
This appointment was getting better and better.
The vet stepped out for a bit,then returned with the vet tech and gave Casey a quick rabies shot. Then before I could say "Boo", they molested my dog.
And retrieved the fecal matter right.in.front.of me.
And the highlight: are you ready ? when the doctor pulled out her gloved hand and showed me what she'd retrieved.
I'm pretty sure TomGirl threw up in her mouth a little
Yeah. Good times. It was a lovely topper to a fine Thankgsiving day.
And that is my story, and suprisingly I don't feel nearly as repulsed as I did prior to writing this post.
Aah,it's all about sharing the love, my friends.