I know I've said it before, but I feel the need to reiterate it. I love the extra emergency fee I get paid, but sometimes c-sections really suck. Four fifteen this morning, my phone rings. Dr. F does his whole 'I've got a c-section here, and you can come in if you want to, you don't have to, it's up to you, but it would be really great if you came in. Just remember, you don't have to.' Basically, it translates to: if you don't come in, I'll pout and whine endlessly and cut the dog without assistance, which isn't in the best interest of the dog or the puppies, and I know you are too much of a sucker to let that happen. So, on three hours of sleep, I am up at the clinic slinging puppies. Stupid bulldogs. Why does anyone in the world want to breed those dogs? They are walking genetic nightmares, and 99% of the time are incapable of having the puppies without a c-section. Everything went without a hitch, but I was walking around in a fog for the rest of the day. The joys of my job.