People often email me things in the hopes I'll share them: contests, stories, pictures, YouTube videos that tickled their fancy. Sometimes I share them, when I know it's something you would enjoy. I love to write poetry and I think you all know that. I even have a tag: "Bad Poetry." My poems are bad, but lovingly crafted. I know this. But the other day I opened an email from a writer, a real live good one, and it was just beautiful and I think you all would really like it. It's about a black ... Read more »
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It’s Bad Poetry Friday: Emails and spam
This is what happens when you leave me alone in the first rainstorm of the year with a bottle of port, a pile of Dr. Seuss books, and a backlog of emails asking, asking, asking, asking for me to once again be a Nice Veterinary Writer/ Pet Blogger and do some more free work. Mostly, it's just a silly Friday I need to Apologize to Dr. Seuss Once Again kind of post. I dedicate it to all of you who know this feeling all too well. E-Mails and Spam I'm Dr. V. Dr. V is me. That Dr. V! That Dr. ... Read more »
Happy Fourth of July! Let’s sing.
I just couldn't bring myself to do yet another "Holiday Safety Tips" post. You all know the drill. lots of dogs run away so mind the fireworks and check their tags Keep them cool Mind the leftover food For me, the last one is the problem we seem to deal with the most. We have limited fireworks in California, so the sound isn't usually a big deal, and the dogs are pretty good at seeking out shade when it gets warm, but man, the food stealing is going to forever be the Achilles heel in ... Read more »
The Realtor, by Edgar Labby Koe
Once upon a midday dreary, home from working, weak and weary, Staring with resentment at the “For Sale” sign perched near the door, While I Facebooked, blogged and Tweeted, on the sofa, softly seated, Suddenly I felt quite heated, heated staring at the floor. “Tis an old juice box,” I muttered, “sitting crumpled on the floor- Garbage there, it makes me sore.” Ah, so clearly I recall that it was in the chill of fall, And each separate messy creature wrought its carnage on the ... Read more »
We’re nominated for the Bloggies!
I was so, so excited to see pawcurious is a finalist in the 2012 Bloggies Best Pet or Animal Weblog category! It would mean SO much if you would take just a moment to vote for us. It would mean more than: a bucket of truffles a closet of Jimmy Poos a nice bottle of vintage Port Yes, it would mean that much. And to entice you further, I have composed more Bad Poetry: Roses are red, Violets are blue, Please vote for us, Even though you get nothing in return because I ... Read more »
Bad Haiku Friday
Minnesota flight Touched down 11 pm Barely made it home. Talked to many vets Dr V humor for sure An acquired taste Chimpanzee pictures Illustrate key components Of Facebook success For we are all chimps Funny, nasty, kind and cruel And want to be loved. Vets perhaps confused But get the "warm fuzzy thing" 'Be Marty Becker.' Strangely not nervous Though 300 people stare They liked the chimp pics. Will be back to posting in complete ... Read more »
The Girl with the Curl (with apologies to Ted Geisel)
Yesterday was a hectic day. Apollo had his dental, and of course everything went fine, at least from my perspective. From his perspective, he was unceremoniously deprived of breakfast, stuffed into a carrier, and dumped into a moving vehicle next to Brody for a terrifying ride into town. THEN he was poked, prodded, shaved, rendered unconscious, only to be awoken, groggy and disoriented with a funny taste in his mouth. THEN he had to go in the car again. Brody went to doggie day care, to ... Read more »
Love is in the air (at least I think that’s what it is)
Why do we humans have to make love so complicated? I've spent the last week listening to radio ads appealing to desperate men without a clue what to get for their mate: bears? chocolate? jewelry? pajamas? flowers? massages? Screw this one up and you could be paying for weeks, the ads direly imply. Kids don't have it much easier. When I was in elementary school, I would stress for days over which Valentine to give to which kid. Tommy's gross, so I can't give him the "Be Mine" ones. He gets the ... Read more »
Late night haiku
I ate cat litter. It was gross but not too bad. Please donate money. My dog is patient. No fun during blogathon I owe him a walk. I sometimes worry This is unprofessional But then say "Oh well." Blogging: lots of work Though I'd still pick it each time Over anal glands. ... Read more »
Have you hugged a tech today?
Did you know the third week of every October is National Veterinary Technician Week? I can't think of a more deserving, hardworking group of people to celebrate. Vets get all the glory, all the cards and cookies, but techs are so often the ones who neglect to get any recognition for the incredible amount of work they put into keeping pets healthy. They man the phones, hold pets for all manner of procedures, do the vast majority of nursing care for hospitalized pets, and bear the brunt of the ... Read more »
Dog Haiku- Vacation Edition
Real camera packed Can only access iphone Thus the crappy pics Calm sapphire blue lake Belies the impending doom Hurricane Brody. ... Read more »
The Koa Blues
Poor Koa had a rough week. It started with her sad day at doggie daycare. Then, we had a birthday party for my son at the house, and she had to join Brody in my bedroom due to a couple of dog-phobic preschoolers. THEN, as soon as the day wound down we had a little earthquake. It wasn't her week. She sits there with such a hangdog look on her face all the time. She is a natural blues song. I woke up this morning, Had myself some kibble- Woke up sore this morning, Brody tried to ... Read more »
When Irish eyes are smilin’
Did you know Emmett's original name was Seamus? He was a right red lad, that he was. And each day, Brody looks more and more like him. I wouldn't have chosen that- in fact I was pretty clear I did NOT want that- but now that he's here, I wouldn't have it any other way. And trust me, that little leprechaun is an Irish rogue through and through. So in honor of St. Patrick's Day, I will once again impose upon you with my bad poetry skills. Limericks, of course. Remember, there is no such ... Read more »
Sonnet XVII
When I was in high school, I loved to write poetry. Sonnets, limericks, haiku, you name it, I did it. Something about the juxtaposition of the rigidity of the writing structure with the creative challenge of expressionistic thought was very appealing to me. I never said it was good poetry, though. That is why I majored in biology. These days, I limit my poetry to once or twice a year, and I present it with the clear disclaimer that it is bad poetry, which doesn't make it any better but at ... Read more »
I’ve got a song in my heart
Since we're all singing along to the 12 Days anyway, here's an alternate version. On the 16th of December, my clients came to me: 10 toenails too long corneal ulcer perfing Demodex infection fiiiive days off food! lameness of the foot yeasty ears scooting itchy butt And they all wanted treatment for free! To balance it out, I had the pleasure of seeing one of my favorite clients for the first time since we cried in the back room together over his beloved dog who had been hit by a car. ... Read more »
You’re a bad one, Mr. Brode
You're a stinker, Mr. Brode. You really have some gall! You won't stop jumping on me And chasing kitty down the hall Mr. Broooooooo-ode I was going to wait until you were a year but I think I have no choice To go ahead and remove your balls! You're a rotter, Mr. Brode. You're the king of eating junk! Your belly's full of earplugs and your ears are full of gunk Mr. Broo-ode! The three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote: STINK, STANK, STUNK!!* *In a fit of pique ... Read more »
