Line of the day: “Oh, I always mix my dog’s food with water, so he’s never had a problem with fleas.” I’m sorry… wha… huh? Indeed, ma’am. And I don’t know why I go to college; you are simply a treasure trove of information. Water, you say? I’ll make sure my dog drinks more. Flea medications are apparently needlessly expensive.
I have two hours left before my Wildlife Rehab course, and the attention span of a flea when it comes to learning about anatomy (or parasitology or… anything, really).
I decided against going to the climbing gym today, if only for economical reasons (maybe next week; we’ll most likely be going over the weekend at least), and instead decided to grab take-out Thai around the corner… except they were closed for lunch because I didn’t think to check the time before I left. Argh.
So now I’m back at school, Tumbling with anatomy notes spread out in front of me, wondering how I can a) distract myself for two more hours, b) actually be productive. Hmm.
Today isn’t a terrible day to take off (no working out…) since my arms are sore and my knees/ankles are painful for whatever reason they have picked to hate me. I think part of the problem is that I need to slow down when I run. H doesn’t run super fast, but it’s faster than I would normally go, especially since I’m adjusting to the Vibrams (my arches and calves are still feeling the change!).
In work-related news, it’s always fun when a client comes in and announces loudly, to the whole waiting room, “Well, my cat just can’t shit!” Well, ma’am, you were certainly right about that… thank you.
C was administering a distemper vaccine to a dog the other day that was brought in by a man and his little girl.
His daughter was very concerned about the process, asking “what are you doing? is he going to be okay? do I have to get a shot?”
C explained no, it was just a routine shot, and he told her it was distemper.
“Oh,” she said, and contemplated this for a minute. “I don’t need dis-temper, cos I’m good, but I think mommy does…”
