Blake ... and Darlin’?
Blake is just shy of two years, and he's been having problems with his hind legs ... just like every single one of my other boy rats. So I took him into my vet this morning. I have to drive 45 minutes just to get to this vet, but it's worth it ... I've had a crush on him forever. According to me, he's drop-dead gorgeous. I totally wasn't prepared for not one, but two, hunks of burning love examining my sweet Blake and joking around with me for much, much longer than necessary in the exam room. I also wasn't prepared for a third guy, a vet tech, to flirt with me either. Well, he's either exceptionally friendly or he was flirting. But I think sitting really close to me to explain the meds, joking around about keeping me there, and calling me "Darlin'" qualify as flirting. I guess that makes the outing worth the $110 I paid for it.