The Adnostic

My sister, the one in vet school, is venting to me about her moronic classmates who don't seem to realize that they may be causing their patients pain.

Leah: What is wrong with these people?

Me: Well, you're an empathetic person. You're a bitch, but you're an empathetic bitch. The people who get into vet school are A-type personalities. They're used to clawing their way to the top by any means necessary and that doesn't lend itself to empathy.

Leah: Why don't more nice people become vets?

Me: It's a self-eliminating process that way.

She's also telling me that she has to do a teeth cleaning tomorrow which she hasn't had to do since her years as a vet tech.

Leah: The dog has a pacemaker, so the attending told me to keep him away from magnets.

Me: Are magnets usually involved in a teeth cleaning?

Leah: No, but you never know. Apparently it's mean to take a small dog with a pacemaker into a room with an MR (Magnetic Resonance) machine because they go flying across the room.

(I want to see that on YouTube and I want to see that on YouTube now.)

We also had a lengthy conversation about the consistency of cow poo, the presence of corn in cow poo, Belgian draft horses named "Barney," blood donor dogs who jump around in their own poo, blood donor cats who hate my sister and have nasty litter boxes, spayed female dogs who like to hump my sister while she's in bed, how she's turning into our mother because she gushes about her pets as though they were her own children, and no, I didn't need to send her an Il Divo cd.

Believe it or not, this was a really great conversation. We totally bonded.