Man of my Dreams

When we were younger, I used to joke around and call my husband "the man of my dreams". Not called him that for a wee while now, don't tell him but he still is!

Took the poor little dog to the vet tonight and she got antibiotics and anti-inflamatory stuff. We were hurried in, a quick exam (2 mins) then rushed out, an answer to my question outside the room, leaving £40 poorer. Wasn't impressed at all by this vet's attitude. The one we had previously was knocked off his bike on way to work and was almost killed. Although recovered, his mobility is impaired and has retired from the practice and pursuing a new career in renewable energy. He was skilled with animals and people alike. This woman is not a patch on him.