- Conversations concerning a dog's sperm and how, "funky," it was seems perfectly normal.
- Handling vicious animals no longer phases you in any way.
- You have enough scars to win in a comparison contest against Vietnam veterans.
- You begin to use words like, "hemotomatuh," to describe large bruises.
- The vast majority of your wardrobe consists of scrubs (various holiday prints optional).
- You think nothing of carrying eighteen bags of groceries in all at once now that your strength has increased from hauling hundred pound dogs alone on a daily basis.
- Every time your dog chews something they're not supposed to, you immediately fear a foreign body and over-react.
- You use pancreatitis as an excuse to keep people from giving your pets human food.
- You cringe at the sight of an un-neutered dog and have to resist the urge to lecture the owner(s) about the health risks of intact pets (the pets' health, not the owners').
- You know exactly what, how, and duration of medications for 50+ conditions and have already gotten them ready by the time the DVM is finished doing just the exam.
- Unjamming an x-ray processor is part of every day life.
- You forget your friends have no idea what things like pyometra, hemorrhagic gastroenteritis, and ehrlichia are.
- You ignore the weird looks friends give you when you use those terms and let them chalk it up to you being overworked.
- Your parents refer to you as things like, "The Cat Wrangler," or, "The Canine Rodeo Rider."
- You can no longer smell when anal glands have been expressed on/by/near you.
- The most interesting parts of your day are not dinner-table appropriate.
- (Last but not least) You write a blog about your job because the only other people that understand the humor in it are your coworkers.
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