Weekends are all about simple joys,
Like sitting down and reading books to my boys.
One day as I sat to read Goodnight Moon,
From my phone was a familiar tune.
For this was not uncommon to occur.
Twas the ding of Facebook messenger.
For I saw a messenger request was made,
From someone I hadn’t seen in a decade.
“Hey, girl! How’s it going? I need some advice!
It’s about my new Golden Doodle named Bryce.”
I responded reluctantly, “Sure. What’s the scoop?”
What followed was a blurry pic of her dog’s poop.
For she wanted me to ascertain
The cause of the illness. I tried to explain,
That it was in the best interest of her pet,
To make an appointment with her regular vet.
“Thanks anyway, Jess.”
“You’re welcome, Ms. McComb.”
She said, “One more thing. Can I give something from home?”
Suddenly, I let out a very long sigh.
With a facepalm and a roll of my eye,
I reminded her to have her pup seen.
My toddler started screaming and spilled his ice cream.
“Well, Ms. McComb. I really must go.”
As I poured a much-needed glass of Bordeaux.
“Good luck with your pup. Hope she feels better soon.”
I then gave in and turned on a cartoon.
“Okay. I’ll call your office next week”
And then my baby started to shriek.
I put down the phone and tried to clean up the mess
Caused by my children during this process
From then on, I vowed to decline
To be a 24/7 pet advice line
So if you send me a message, expect a delay
Until the very next business day.
Remember vets work hard and need to recoup.
And by the way, it’s Dr. Stroupe.
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