I don't even know where to start.... I guess a little background would be helpful. My Dad is my hero. He is possibly the hardest working, most dedicated, compassionate person I have ever known. He is a veterinarian. Has owned and worked his current practice since 1976. Seven days a week, 365 days per year....he has opened those doors....even if just to feed and water the boarders and wax the floors. I cannot begin to count the animals that have passed through his clinic...but I believe he...
Went out to the barn to clean the stalls and feed the horses. Threw the "children " some hay in the field so I wouldn't have 4 sets of eyes staring at me while I pushed wheelbarrows full of poo and shavings in a vain atempt to hurry "Momma" up. I called my Dad to see how he was feeling almost a week after his surgery. No answer, turned on the radio, fed the rooster (Cosmo), who just would not stop crowing, but I didn't see Wanda, the little banty hen. I actually *like* cleaning...