How some owners see my life....

Ah, another day at work! What shall I do today, let me see, let me see. I might cuddle a kitten here, stop to pat a cute little puppy dog here, maybe tickle a fluffy bunny rabbit under its chin. Then I might inflict needless torture on some elderly pensioners pussy cat, and finish it off by putting down someone's dog they've had since they were six. Ahaha hahahaha! I shall skip home laughing and twirling my stethoscope around my finger, whistling merrily as I go! Knowing that tomorrow, I might get to kick a foal, or throw darts at an albatross!

Yes, thats right kids, the vet likes being mean to animals. We get a kick out of it. I mean, really, what's five years of study and a $60,000 student loan? Who minds long hours and sleepless nights? So what if we'll never get paid as much as doctors, dentists, electricians or IT geeks? We get to be mean to animals, and that makes it all worthwhile.

Sunday morning

A time for sleeping in. For recovering from Friday night (5am) and Saturday night (a more civilised 3am). For mumbling sleepily and moving the pillow over your head as the church bells across the road call those who care. For snuggling into the body curving behind your back. For skin on warm skin, sleepy sex. For the cup of coffee you had to have, growing cold on the bedside table as you fall back asleep in a post-orgasmic glow.
It is not for the boss to ring at 8am and ask you to come into work.