50 Shades of Spay: No Litters, Baby.
That's the sign in front of the Chelsea Veterinary Clinic on the lower west side of Manhattan, where I'm currently standing on what is clearly another crappy Saturday morning.
I'm at a vet clinic.
It's not even my dog - pet sitting has gone horribly wrong.
Last night is, well, fuzzy.
Then in walks Dr.
Herriot.
Sex in scrubs.
The dog will be okay.
This vet: Oh, Mylanta.
I love Saturday.
| Spay | No |
|---|---|
| This vet | Oh |
