I haven't been posting much since I went back to work, although I think about it a lot. "Oh, I should do a post about that. Or, I could go to bed early tonight and post some other time. Yeah, that sounds good."
Now I can't remember what I was going to post about all those times I thought about posting.
I work for a vet, you recall. A dog recently came in that had been attacked by another dog, we think. The owners weren't sure what happened, but the dog came home all ripped up. He looks like Frankenstein's monster right now, with stitches all over.
Anyway. The dog's name is Olivia. It's a male dog.
Seems the owners picked out a name before getting a dog, and they didn't let the sex of the dog sway their decision.
This is a bad name.
I bathed a pug today, a big fat old snorty (male) one, named Leroy.
This is a good name.
