I don't know how they do it.

[arewethereyet]

Kind of wish Da had called in the vet more often, to save me and the brothers from having to deal with the squidgy bits.  Spent part of my 6th birthday helping to restore a prolapsed uterus.

Good times.

Boru

Though I have never heard the term 'squidgy bits', I knew exactly what you meant.    

Dad's office was in the house so even when pretty young I knew that a call about a prolapse was a get on the radio immediately and alert dad.  That and milk fever or a cow that needed 'cleaning'.  urp

Dad often did post mortems on baby pigs in our driveway...which is not in keeping with most neighborhood activities in full view of anyone who drove by.

Growing up with an operating table just feet from the kitchen table was an interesting setup.  One thing I learned early on was not to be squeamish about innards.  I thought things got a little dicey at the farm...things got real, um, interesting at home or out on calls with dad.