My Bad

The other day I had a dog come in for this.

"Loosing weight and he licks the concrete a lot."

Interesting. Although, not as interesting as the time when I had a dog come in for "licks penis a lot," but I digress.

I enter the exam room to find a very happy dog, whose hair coat is a little dull, and he is slightly underweight. I ask the owner a lot of questions about his diet and the like, when the following words exit my mouth.

"So, Mr. Smith, how long has Fido been licking carpet?"

I kid you not. That's exactly what I said.

Then Mr. Smith says, "You mean concrete?" He then proceeded to explain about this problem.

Meanwhile, I'm about to pass out from trying to hold in my laughter. I'm pretending to write down "notes" all the while, my face is turning a shade of cherry apple red only seen in cars. My technician, who is a 22 year old male, is completely clueless that I even said anything out of the ordinary. I can't blame him, as it is not everyday that I'm asking questions about a dogs sexuality.

Dam, I'm smooth.

Keep on keepin' on.