Which came first, the dog or the egg......

Usually things get quiet at the clinic when Anna and the short people like her go back to their everyday work, called school.  But not this year.  We've had lots of furry friends visiting.  Many of the pets are here for happy visits -- Dancing Debbie and Laughing Laura welcome the pets and their people, Vocal Vonnie and Sweet Sally collect all the samples of yellow marking liquid, brown nuggets and red syrup, while my folks give the pets their massages, and listen to the thumping in their chests.  No one leaves without lots of treats; except those picky cats who would turn their nose up at anything.  It doesn't bother me, though, just more for me to find on the floor when they leave.  Sweet Sally and Brawny Brandon use the roaring machine to suck up all the crumbs, but some always get missed and I know just where to look.  There's nothing better than finding a surprise treat or toenail snack on the way out for a walk.

One of our recent dog guests was not here for a happy visit.  Her name was Ivanka and her family came from somewhere called Siberia.  They must make dogs different in Siberia because Ivanka's problem was that she had an egg stuck inside her.  I caught a glimpse of her in the exam room trying to get it out; she squatted, she strained, and pushed and strained again, but all that came out was a puddle of marking liquid, that smelled and looked more like red syrup.

After a quick ride on the humming table, Sweet Sally looked at the black and white picture and announced the problem ,"Wow! Look at that, it looks like an egg!"  My dad went on to discuss the situation with Ivanka's parents, "She has a very large stone in her bladder, causing her discomfort and not leaving her any room to hold urine.  Sometimes when these stones are small we can try to dissolve them , but since this one is so large, I recommend surgery to take the stone out."  Ivanka's parents agreed immediately.  It wasn't long before Ivanka was sleeping on the table in the no-awake-dogs-allowed room.  Mother did the cutting and then....out came the egg! 

 I could not believe my eyes.  Bea assured me that dogs from around here don't make eggs, they make puppies instead.  She would know, she had lots of puppies come out and never once did she pass an egg.  That made me feel better.  I couldn't help but wonder what else the siberian dog could do. She tried to sing, but I can't really say that she was any good at that.  I hope she doesn't try flying next!