Ed and Estelle (I refuse to refer to her as Stell) are sitting next to each other, so is someone sitting across from them, on the other side of the table?
Judging by the dark marks on Ed’s cheek, neck, and collar area, the Pomeranian put up a fight.
Call me a softie, but it would put a damper on a date to hear about something bad happening to a dog. Sure, I know he’s a vet, but surely he knows how to make social conversation?
Aha! The truth finally comes out! Estelle has only been pretending to be a pet lover. Any true dog lover would have immediately asked what happened to the poor little Pomeranian. She's only been using Libby and Pierre as vet magnets.
Tell us more, Ed! I want to hear all about the copious amounts of pus you drained from that poor Pomeranian’s abscess while we enjoy our fondue and commiserate about how your social life sometimes suffers due to your job. (In Estelle’s case, her social life sometimes suffers due to her crippling indecisiveness and incredibly poor decisions, but we all have our own crosses to bear.)
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It had an ankle lodged in its teeth.
Ed and Estelle (I refuse to refer to her as Stell) are sitting next to each other, so is someone sitting across from them, on the other side of the table?
Judging by the dark marks on Ed’s cheek, neck, and collar area, the Pomeranian put up a fight.
Vets are good.
-- Scottie McW.
Call me a softie, but it would put a damper on a date to hear about something bad happening to a dog. Sure, I know he’s a vet, but surely he knows how to make social conversation?
Aha! The truth finally comes out! Estelle has only been pretending to be a pet lover. Any true dog lover would have immediately asked what happened to the poor little Pomeranian. She's only been using Libby and Pierre as vet magnets.
HelenClark
Um, no Estelle, you could not wait, you were pretty impatient for that potentially free meal.
Now even KM is calling Estelle "Stell". What's next? Wilbur standing outside her window in a sleeveless white undershirt yelling "Stella"!?
Tell us more, Ed! I want to hear all about the copious amounts of pus you drained from that poor Pomeranian’s abscess while we enjoy our fondue and commiserate about how your social life sometimes suffers due to your job. (In Estelle’s case, her social life sometimes suffers due to her crippling indecisiveness and incredibly poor decisions, but we all have our own crosses to bear.)
“I sure hope they have Pomeranian on the menu — I’ll chew extra hard.”
I guess HIPAA does not apply to animals. Or are vets allowed to discuss their patients as long as they only provide the breed and no names?
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