I was at a farm examining a goat kid with diarrhea today. The owner was holding her 18 month blonde-hair, blue eyed son on her hip. He was sporting his teenage mutant ninja turtle underwear and no shirt (what the heck November weather?). I made several attempts to get him to talk or laugh with little luck. I had my stethoscope in my ears, tuning out everything else while I listened to the goat, when I heard him start cackling and pointing saying “sheeew yuck, sheeew yuck”. I turned to see that the goat had jet-blasted diarrhea all over my tote of meds. Got my sample and a laugh! Diarrhea/bathroom humor wins again. Made my day.
Diarrhea
Published by Justin Jornigan
1987 model, gently used, a little rusty. Husband to Megan. I have the best dog in the world – a mutt named Tucker (Tuck, or Tucker J). We have a farm with 3 horses, 2 barn cats, and 2 house cats. I was born in the most beautiful place on earth – the mountains of Western North Carolina – and have returned here. First generation college graduate. I’m an introvert with a very extroverted job. Large animal veterinarian. I enjoy playing piano, quite walks along the creek, craft beer, life-giving conversation, scuba diving, riding horses, and mowing. I like to write, but don’t get to do it enough. I enjoy non-fiction, biographies, and progessive Christian thought. I hate the texture of most soft things – think dryer lint and cotton balls and ridiculous fleecy blankets. I love the smell of silage, horses, a leather shop, and the hardware store. I live for moments of unexpectedly laughing to tears and crampy cheeks, and to feel and smell the cold air right before it snows. View more posts
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