Sunday, June 12, 2011

Breedism

So, we went out for a lovely brunch with an old, good friend from vet school and her fiance, as well as with my husband's 2 brothers and my BF. Downtown Knoxville has a place called Market Square - full of little trendy shops and restaurants, and we frequent The Tomato Head for Sunday brunch. Afterwards, we hung round in the sun and people watched until Super 8 started playing. Sitting there, on a hot, gorgeous summer day, I watched the many, many people and dogs go by, and all I could think about were which diseases the specific breeds would get.

Cute little fat dachshund: start saving up for that slipped disc surgery.

Middle-aged German shepherd: hemoabdomen secondary to splenic tumor just waiting to happen...or really bad hip arthritis secondary to dysplasia. OR BOTH.

Fat Boston terrier panting frantically: imminent heat stroke.

Lovely Doberman: needs a savings account for a ventral slot surgery when Wobbler's sets in...either before of after you become hypothyroid.

Kinda ruins dog ownership. Still, the day was lovely, the dogs were amusing, and life is good.

3 comments:

Nicki said...

I used to want a corgi but the thought of drawing blood from that furry neck and placing catheters in crooked veins turned me off.

Mara said...

I make it a game to name to lame leg in less than 5 seconds when I watch dogs walk by.

TabbyKat said...

i found this post to be very amusing!! LOL!! i was sitting here reading it aloud to my partner. we were laughing and she said, "we do that too!!"