The blog that doesn't exist

For some time now, I have been trying to convince Misty to start her own blog. She is frequently sharing amusing anecdotes with me, then telling me that "you should write about that in your blog." But they aren't my thoughts; they aren't my experiences. They're hers. So I think she  should write about them.

Here's some of what you would have heard about this week...

a client who, after hearing a reccomendation that she have her cat vaccinated for feline AIDS, informed Misty, "Oh, we won't need that. I live in Mountain Brook."

a woman who came in crying with a "Return of the Jedi" lunch box containing her pet rat to be euthanized

a caller who wanted to check prices because his pit bull's "privates" had been "either bit or cut off"

a caller who wanted the vet's advice on what to do about a racoon bite (but who refused to listen to Misty when informed she'd need to speak to a "people doctor")

a client who brought a flying squirrel in for treatment of a chipped tooth

When I write about this stuff, probably doesn't seem that interesting, but believe me, these are some good stories. Misty is much funnier than I am. But unfortunately, she ain't bloggin'.