My Admirer

The last post was so long that I thought I would enter this one as a separate post.

If you know me, it may not (or maybe it is) be a surprise that I love little kids (preschool through about elementary school). I love talking to them. I love teaching things. But only if they are receptive to it. I would make a good teacher.

Veterinary medicine provides me with some small kids that get dragged to the vet with parents for one reason or another. Sometimes I see the best and sometimes the worst. Sometimes there are kids screaming and messing things up and it makes my job difficult. Sometimes there are kids which are just funny. Sometimes there are ones that want to know what I'm doing and subsquently get adored by me.

One funny kid story-I was examining a small kitten and was having difficulty getting it to stop purring. My normal technique of making it smell alcohol on a cotton ball was not working. The little boy piped up with the fact that if you held the kitten upside down, it would stop purring. The mom and I looked at each other with somewhat shocked expressions but then I laughed. And laughed and laughed. (It was almost as good as the kid on the scooter pushing the stroller containing the guinea pig.)

There are two kids at the Newville clinic that are super intelligent and inquisitive. Their mother is a biochemist or something equally sciency.

But my new admirer is a girl named Eva. Eva is approximately 5, I guess. Eva's mother adopted a hard luck beagle named Biscuit. She has done everything for Biscuit and multiple visits to the vet have ensued. The first time I met Eva, Biscuit was getting his vaccines. Eva asked as soon as I entered the room if I would show her how the otoscope would work. I forgot how to but Eva did get to use my stethoscope. A few days later, Biscuit came back and saw TS. Eva was sure to pipe up that Dr. Pope let her use the stethoscope and that Dr. Pope this and Dr. Pope that. She even had a secret for TS to tell me. Cute! I saw Biscuit again on Friday for an eye ulcer. Eva came and asked about the equipment on the wall and I let her look at Biscuit's eye and use my stethoscope again. I asked about what she asked for from Santa-apparently a rocket ship so she could go to the moon. Seriously, this kid is cute. She would interrupt me (but not annoyingly) by tugging on my white coat sleeve and saying 'doctor, doctor...' Cute! My ovaries!