
Herbie is an old dog. As an old dog, he has to take a few visits to the vet a year. I went through three vets in Columbia before I found one I really liked. He takes time to explain his diagnosis and to talk about my concerns. Also, he is very good with Herbie. And, he doesn't look half bad. Alright, he looks great---in ranks with McDreamy and McSteamy.
My boyfriend occasionally goes to the vet with me. And, has teased me for flirting with the vet in front of him. (I am a very loyal girl, but flirting can be fun!) Last week I had to take Herbie to the vet. I asked my bf if he would come with me. He told me that he would stay at home, and reminded me that I would flirt with the vet whether or not he were there (probably true).
So, I take Herbie to the vet. And, hopefully we have a few new solutions to help Herbie's hip problems. I would also like to think that the vet and I exchanged some witty banter.
Then, the vet tech leaves the room, and the vet says to me-"Now, I would like to talk to you about something a little awkward." My pulse begins racing, I am CONVINCED that hot vet is going to ask me on a date. Sure I flirt with him, but I have a wonderful bf! Still, my ego was feeling pretty darn good. I am thinking of ways to let him down gently, after all- I can't lose the one vet in Cola who I trust the precious Herbster with!
Until...the vet tells me that he is recently engaged and thinks I "look like the type of person who would want to buy his fiance's house."
Self-esteem-- plummeted.
Until next time...blog on-A&E