Saturday, December 15, 2012


Around 2am, an older woman and her basset hound arrived.  He seemed painful, and the client was concerned.  During my examination of her sweet old dog, Fritz, the client let one rip.

"My, oh my, I don't know what I've been eating lately that's just made me a gas factory!"

It was the fart heard 'round the world; as she was still farting, she was already apologizing.  I managed to maintain my composure, and dismiss it as not a big deal, but through the doorway, I could see my staff absolutely losing it.  They turned bright red, tears of laughter, and had to go outside to avoid being offensive. 

Much needed comedic relief for a stressful shift!


  1. That's hilarious! I'm surprised she didn't try to blame it on the dog...

  2. Well... I don't think anyone would have believed her if she had tried! It was pretty unmistakably hers. Oh boy. what a funny situation!

  3. And here I was, not knowing that emergency veterinarians actually had much fun in life. Guess it just shows me that all jobs can have comedy, and all are needed. I'll have to move back to Gilbert then, and share this news with my friends down there.