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Megan perfectly summed up the day between farm calls: “Uggh, I just want to sit in a sauna and eat a bowl of chili”.

Herd check: “This one was only bred 10 days ago, doc.” “Ok, she’s too close to call right now.” “Like an Iowa caucus?” “Sure. Next cow.” Next stop. “So doc, what are you thinkin’ about this election?” “Well, I think it’ll all end in November, but as for this cow here, she’s pregnant. Who’s next?”Continue reading “I Am Switzerland”

An exciting morning. I had my arm in the south end of a mare for an ultrasound when a teenager lit a 1/4 stick of dynamite behind the barn. My heart nearly exploded, as did the mare’s abdominal aorta sitting atop my arm. Thankfully no one got hurt, but I’ll need some heavy forgiveness forContinue reading “Ka-boom”

There’s just something special about looking out in a pasture and seeing a “nursery pile” of healthy calves laying in the morning sun while the cows graze. Maybe it’s just the contrast to the unhealthy ones that I see through the week, but it still does the heart some good.

Be kind, Thursday. Early morning emergencies after a late night of emergencies. Bright side: a little time for Waffle House before appointments.

Me: “So she’s lame in a front foot?” Client: “SHE’S NOT LAME! She’s just a limpin’”….. Me: “Oh…ok” Also, Church sign of the day: “you may party in hell, but you will be the barbecue”. Everyone welcome. Right…

Brace yourselves, dear coronaries. Homemade liver mush (bless you, Grandma Shirley), from-scratch pancakes with blueberry jelly, and eggs for dinner.

Pretty hilarious moment while picking up a pizza at a drive thru window. I’m in the passenger seat splitting pills for a client’s horse we plan to meet on the way home. I’m focused on my counting and splitting, while Megan is sorting through some cash to get change for the pizza. Not a bitContinue reading “Nothing To See Here”

“Just a syringe full of sugar makes the poopies come out…” My wife singing Mary Poppins while giving our cat his daily laxative

At some point in the middle of the night, I woke up to Meg talking. Punk, our orange tabby cat was laying on her stomach and she was petting him saying, “awww, what a cute baby goat.” She was completely asleep. I just laughed, rolled over and went back to sleep.