So the vet came out to the farm the other day. Now in my head I had an image of someone like the male vet where I work, you know, an older friendly man with pictures of his grandkids around the office.
Up pulls the vets truck, and an attractive, tall dark, YOUNG man steps out.
Wait, that's the vet?!
Well hell-lo doctor!
And let me point out that I'm in my early 20s, a huge animal lover, and SINGLE.
"Oh Doctor, could you bend over and take a look at Spirits foot, I think something's wrong. Oh that's normal *giggle giggle* opsies, my bad. Since she's ok, want me to show you around? The other horses, the hay loft..."
Lol, j/k, but it was on my mind!
I think Spirit is going to need weekly vet visits from now on...