Gosh, I hope Steven is doing okay. I worry about that kid. He spent years in training, and now he's going to start over. At least I hope he's starting over, and that permanent time-off isn't some sort of euphemism for, you know, moving to West Virginia.
This goes against everything I know about adult cats and dogs. Everything the Humane Society counsels as well. But I guess Ed and 'Stell can move in together.
Faint of heart... Is that why Steven took time off? He's faint of heart? I've got a feeling in my tummy-brain that someone better keep a close watch at Lookout Point.
I'm fairly certain we are headed toward a thoroughly thought-through and compelling story about the risk of suicide among veterinarians. How many lives will be saved, I do not know. It all depends on how many depressed veterinarians read Mary Worth every day.
I used to take piano lessons as a kid, but I quit because they were so boring to me. So what I really want to do is watch someone else practice the piano. Maybe tomorrow, Estelle can refill the water in her vase. That would be really interesting, too.
Okay, I did check it out. And, uh, it is a suicide crisis site for veterinarians. Estelle must have picked up on signs I didn't spot. I'm sure Ed will really appreciate the recommendation.
Oh, now you really LIKE Ed. I thought you said you were in love with him. I know those are not exclusive emotions, but it sure sounds like you are downgrading this relationship to avoid being hurt. Don't let your fast failures discourage you so much, Estelle.
We've been calling this one for weeks, now. Ed needs someone to organize his mess of an Animal Hospital, and Estelle needs a man. Time to reenter the workforce and spend all of your time together. Plus, you could get rid of Steven, which would make everyone happier... including Steven.
I'd think you're old enough and experienced enough to know what real love is, Estelle. And you're definitely in love with him because you say you are. How could you not be in love with him? I mean, you've been on a couple of dates a year apart, he's broken several other dates. If that isn't a recipe for love, I don't know what is.
Well, you are over 60, and there aren't many worthwhile men out there in your age group. Perhaps you will have to settle. There's always Wilbur Weston.
The only thing wearing Dr. Ed out is Steven's constant complaints and cavilling. It's time for Steven to find a new job. Perhaps he'd enjoy working down at the slaughter house.
While you're looking at your phone, you might notice that Springfield, California, is north of Yosemite. Sounds like Trixie's owner didn't think that was very funny.
Woah, wait a minute. Steven has already completed veterinary school and he wasn't prepared to deal with grumpy pet owners or the emotional weight of euthanasia? Where did he go to veterinary school? Santa Royale Community College?
Just four? Down the road at Animal Shelter, they put down four every morning, and three more in the afternoon. And not just old, loved animals like yours, Steven, but healthy dogs needing homes who just can't get adopted. Please, everyone, consider becoming a responsible pet rescuer, if you haven't already.