*Gasp*... *Giggle*... *Blush*

It's like Deja Vu. Yesterday I spent the day at the doctor and the vet. Becky said her throat hurt and it looked very red so just in case it was strep coming on I took her in for a culture to be sure. It was negatve, thank goodness. But this just means that I haven't had all the kids in school at once since the first of the year. Yes, Josh went back to school yesterday and is doing very well. His scabs are getting itchy but that just means he's healing quite nicely.

From the doctor we headed to the vet. Our infamously deflated stud needed his thyroid checked. There was so much that was wrong about that appointment. The vet last week said his tyroid would be a cheap place to start. I must have missed her sarcasm. I kept thinking to myself "the test may be cheap, but if his thyroid is messed up it'll be a lifetime of meds and that's not cheap at all." Turns out the test wasn't cheap either. Good lands! Without a blue insurance card to wave at the medical receptionists, this blood work cost me $93, plus the office visit. But it was the actual visit itself that was agonizing.

In case you've missed last week's posts when I boldly declared that our dog would not do what men do best, I'll recap here. When our girly dogs are in need, this been-there, done-that male just isn't up to the task. And, if you'll notice, I try to avoid technical terms and graphic descriptions. The vet did not. I am not surprised by this, and in fact would have been surprised if he had not been frank and forthright. But the monologue just went on. Graphically. Embarrasingly. For an eternity. I'm so glad that I'd sent the kids out of the room to wait. I think he used every single adult word, slang term and euphemism there could be at least twice. I learned that cows do it differently than dogs, and this was a great relief, because when he was mentally looking for something to compare dogs with I truly thought to myself that I'd just die on the spot if he compared it to a man's junk. And it continued to go on. I now think of this particular vet on the same par as my OB. Very nice person, professional in their field, and yet nobody I would ever invite to a party. It would be ever so awkward to have my husband and these men in the same room. It's almost like I've had an affair.

And after listening to this adult content dissertation for an eternity, I learned a gem of infomation that directly translates into the fact that we didn't need to spend any money at all. We keep Indie in with all the girls, in one community kennel as it were. Because there was no risk of anything happening. It turns out that this could be his problem. It seems that if he's with girls all the time, he gets tired of them. He needs to be kept separate so that they're fresh and exciting to him again. Who knew? Obviously not us. I'm telling you, we never fail to learn something with these dogs.