Enough about all these, eugh, ANIMALS -- let's hear about the handsomest animal in your life! A silly story starring the LSB pretty please?
You know, I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned what my Long Suffering Boyfriend looks like.
As a new grad I moved interstate for my first job. I was living on my own, and after a few months I was pretty confident that I’d be staying there. So we organized for the LSB to come up for a romantic weekend.
It was a busy Friday and I was still at work. It was rarely not busy on a Friday and as you can imagine I was keen to get home. Dealing with severely unwell cases and owners who wanted treatment for a song is very stressful and their are always complaints about money. Complaints are stressful enough to deal with an an experienced vet, they’re worse to face as a new graduate.
So I was on edge when a nurse informed me that there was a ‘rough looking man’ wanted o see me, and he didn’t have a pet with him.
They felt like the situation looked like trouble.
Waiting for me, without a pet, was a young man in a khaki trench coat and a black beanie. His face sprouted at least a week’s worth of stubble and he carried a tattered backpack. He’d had a smoke outside and was now milling in the waiting room, making friendly nods at other clients waiting as muffled metal music escaped from his headphones.
Love of my life.
was a long hug in that waiting room. It had been months since we’d
seen each other. I know he does look like trouble, but he’s a sweetheart.
“He’s not what we were expecting for you,” the senior vet told me. Well, that’s the way these things work sometimes.