Saturday, June 26

Transgendered Rabbit Mistake

Weirdness is very persistent in finding me, especially at work. Today’s story is a good one, I even have documentation. As a matter of fact, this story is so good it will validate me that I am not completely insane, it really is everyone else!
Meet Blanche. She may appear to be an ordinary white rabbit, but she is hiding something. Her secret is she is in fact a transgendered rabbit! Okay, so not quite but there was a fair bit of a mix up, especially since she was spayed. Blanche came to be from a local animal shelter. According to the first intake form Blanche is a white, altered, female rabbit of about 1 year of age. Upon examination I discover a surgical scar down her abdomen which should have confirmed the altered part of the intake form.
Great! So I start looking for someone to adopt this rabbit. I finally find a lady who is looking for another female rabbit for her rabbit, Alice. We meet on Memorial Day and she takes Blanche home. Today, I get a call basically Blanche has been mating with Alice. I figured not to worry that occasionally happens for dominance and what not… However, the lady continues explaining that Blanche has developed a set of balls and a penis. Oh snap! My god what did they remove from this rabbit!
Check out the paperwork that we found!
Wait does that mean they cut open Blanche, found no testes or uterine tissue and closed him back up! Sure does! But it also continues to say Probable male, already neutered.... Opps, and if his balls just dropped that certainly makes him less than a year old! What kind of education does a vet need....
What a day, what a day.

At least the lady would like to keep Blanche as long as the shelter is willing to "re-alter"him once more..

Saturday, June 19

No good jobs.

I have come to the conclusion, and perhaps am misguided, that there are no good jobs. There are the incredible awesome jobs that we will never find and the jobs we do find. Even though I have a full time job doing mildly interesting retail things, I will never make enough or amount to anything with this job.
I have been looking around and here are the prospects that interest me most:

Utilize my under-utilized BA and get a job editing photos (NOW) and (LATER) open some sort of studio for myself.

I could take my love of triage and patching of people and animals by going back to school and getting some sort of medical degree (NOW) or (EVEN SOONER) Social castrate myself and become an mad scientist. (However, I think even mad scientist needs start up funds?)

Another great option would be to follow in Coco Chanel's footsteps by learning some actual trade and find "patrons" to buy me a nice life. Totally seems like a good life, sex isn't a bad job! This way you can pick your partners. Shame the world isn't like it used to be.

Housewife, I have not quite figured this one out, but it mildly interests me, although it really is not an option available.

I have no idea what to really do, the economy is rather shitty, but there are a few jobs I have noticed on the rise that do not really appeal to me. However, these jobs do pay more then my salary!

Landscaper, general yard care person, can easily get 30-50 an hour depending on the job. As long as you can stand the heat and the bugs.(no degree required)
Dog sitters, dog walkers, and pooper scoopers are making a bit above minimum wage for sure! Just look at to find a local shit removal service.

These really do seem rather crappy.

Friday, June 18

Dogs in Drag

Since when do dogs need to be in drag? If we are so worried about aggressive behaviors in dogs, maybe we should not dress them, parade them around, and humiliate them? Or on the flip side, perhaps the dogs enjoy being fashionable?
You can also now purchase Prada, Ralph Lauren, Louis Vuitton, and many other fashionable brands for your pooch. I can not afford Prada for myself, why the hell is anyone buying this for their dog!
Perhaps the exception would be holidays? If the dog is willing?
Otherwise, dressing up and embarrassment should be left for your children or when you are drunk.

Not the I have not done it before... Sorry Dudley. Love ya!