Thursday. A slow day in the land of sick pets. It’s a good thing (nobody getting sick, that is), but as my cleaning lady wisely reminds me, sin perros viejos y enfermos no hay cheque de la semana. Literal translation: Without old and sick dogs there can be no weekly check. How true. And, of course, that applies to her check too—I guess that’s what she meant.

At least I have a little time to play online and catch up on some recent veterinary literature. That’s the thing with this profession. To do it right you can’t sit on you’re butt when you’re not seeing patients. Theoretically, you must make time for the continuing education: reading scholarly articles on his dysplasia in Maltese dogs or new anesthetic protocols in goats (why not? I love goats and may soon own some).

But the best kind of continuing education is when the drug companies take you out for dinner at fancy restaurants or pay for your trip to Phoenix (see March 30th through April 1st posts). This way you get to watch attractive male vets (drug companies are very effective at luring the female vets) give riveting lectures on random topics of pharmacologic interest. I love these. Which reminds me—I have to RSVP for one next Thursday at The Palm. This one’s especially fabulous as my boyfriend is lecturing. Perhaps I’ll score some dessert, too.