Yipee! It's Friday. Who-hoo. Wait.....um, I have to work tomorrow. Ah, the joys of being a veterinarian. You mean I get to work every Saturday? Where can I sign up?
At least I have work.
Annie and I went country dancing last night. Let's just say that by the end of the night, we were both sweating up a storm. I wore her out. Poor girl. I even made us dizzy a few times. She loved it though.
I had a dog come in for an anal gland infection. For those of you that are uneducated to the wonders of the anal glands, pull up a chair while I mosey up to the chalkboard.
Dogs have two glands on either side of their anus. What in the heck are they there for, you ask? Well, let me first say that the odor that comes out of those suckers is........putrid. Especially when the juice comes shooting out at you at about mach 10 onto your freshly dry cleaned shirt. The real bonus is that you can never really get that smell out for the rest of the day.
Don't even try and go to a restaurant with that funk on you. You'll clear out the place, and probably cause the restaurant to break about 47 different food safety regulations with that juice. But I digress......
So this anal jizz is there for some reason relating to relaying information about themselves to other dogs. I guess a nice vanilla scent was too much to expect?
Occasionally, these 2 rocket launchers get infected. And boy howdy, do they smell really nice then. Well this poor dog had a bad infection there. I had to feel them (with a gloved hand), and I barely touched them and the poor guy cried, because how would you feel to have an infected anus? Not very much fun now is it?
Well, let's just say that a wad of blood, pus, and anal jizz came out from there, and luckily for me, onto my gloved hand and not on my shirt/pants/arm/face/lips. (By the way, I have had anal gland jizz shot at me and onto my lips. Not cool. Not cool.).
I hope that the antibiotics I sent him home with work quickly, for his sake. He has one sore anus, and he hasn't even done any time in prison.
Poker Content:
I got my buttocks handed to me today. And not only on 1 site. I decided to play some short handed $1/$2 on SunPoker because I only needed about 5 raked hands to clear July's monthly bonus. Well let's just say I got creamed. I managed to loose a buy in of $50 in about 15 minutes. I. Didn't. Win. A. Hand. Really. Not. One.
With my tail tucked between my legs after finishing the bonus there, I decided to play on Full Contact to work on that bonus. Ouchy. I managed to loose $40 on $2/$4 and another $38 on $1/$2. Good grief. And I wasn't ever even close to tilting. Really. It was just one of those days of continuous butt beatings.
I'd raise in late position with AJos, only to have it reraised and have the BB flat call. Rugh row Shaggy. I had a cat cold call with pocket 4's to hit his set on the river, while I had Tens. Ouchy. Blah, blah, blah. Just a horrendous session. It just really, really sucks, because I can never pull that off for those kinds of upswings. Oh well. Such is life.
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