I Don't Tell Lies, but I Do

After years of nearly failing each grade, and actually failing third grade, I was able to obtain a degree in veterinary medicine. This accomplishment gave both my father and me tremendous joy. But the way we moved through time is by an accumulation of unexpected turns. On Tuesday I saw a cat who had eaten a lily. I saw a 40-pound poodle mix who had chewed through a bottle of Advil. A vomiting Saint Bernard who was suspected of alfalfailless. An older man came into the ER with his male beagle mix, who had jumped out the open window of his truck while it was stopped in traffic.