We've been busy lately; mostly at work but some of it has involved vet visits too. Sam has gone to the vet twice in the last week about "man troubles." He's an older guy and these sorts of troubles are to be expected. Don't worry though, everything is - or will be - ok. There will be a post on all this next week.
Last night we drove up to Gainesville, VA, to see Dr. Dove. Dr. Dove is a great repro vet and also happens to co-own Hickory, the Deerhound who won Westminster. Oh, and Dr. Dove is pretty easy on the eyes too. It's too bad I'm usually in his office for him to give Sam a hand job. But I digress....
Last night's appointment was a second opinion on Sam's current "man troubles." We discussed Sam's virility - at length - with the conversation finally coming to, "When did he sire his last litter?" Sam's last litter was the New Year's Day litter that produced Princess Pretty Pants (Georgia) as well as Jon Farleigh. That was a little over a year ago, when Sam was 11 1/2 years old. Dr. Dove's response?
"Wow! That sort of makes him the Hugh Hefner of the dog world!"
So now I have this indelible mental image of Sam wearing satin pajamas, reclining on a circular bed surrounded by young, nubile bitches in season. I don't think I'll explain to Sam who Hef is.
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