So, we had an extracurricular speaker today. Love going to those, usually dry but I find they have interesting stuff to say. In this case, it was most certainly outside the norm.
The talk itself was a thinly veiled sales pitch for veterinary medical insurance by a Dr. Peddie, but I don’t care because it was accomplished by an overly animated display of two anecdotal stories to prove why he, the speaker, may have ended up needing the insurance.
One was surgery on a black leopard, in an empty hospital, on a Sunday, back in the 70s. He was explaining his 'pant-soiling' fear at how very unsickly this leopard could be if he came anywhere near. As well as how insulted he was at the guy who waited until a Sunday to call on this (after 9 days of the cat not eating) kept calling him “the new kid doctor.” And so, he used the original, mildly untested precursor to ketamine to down the cat and shove it in his pick-up. That was a spectacularly stupid idea. But thankfully this ended with removal of most of the cat's reproductive tract and the mummified kittens therein, a gigantic ego, and the much better title of “leopard surgeon.”
The second story was how he lost that nickname by becoming “that guy who gave an elephant an enema, then got stuck in the rectum and intensely shat on.” That is probably the extent to all you need to know. My favorite part was “… and I look over to my beautiful brushing bride by the fence, laughing so hard she is bent over vomiting.”
All-in-all, it was enjoyable, and afterwards I asked him his advice on military service toward loan repayment and job replacement. I am technically anti-military (as a pacifist), but I am willing to listen and he is not the first to point out that the military's help has gotten him the know how to find such interesting work.
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