It must be destiny

I am back. Did you ever get the feeling that the fates have planned out your future? I just got a sense of that when I was on the phone last evening with a good friend. As we chatted, he has to "control" his son, who is just shy of two years old. Apparently, their dog was looking out the window and his son was trying to stick his finger up the dog's ass. It suddenly occurred to me that his boy is destined to become either a vetrenarian, proctologist or a veterenary proctologist (a narrow specialty if ever there was one, I mean how many animals assholes can one WANT to peer into). The thought cracked me up.

Then the dog starts to bark. My friend says the dog saw another dog outside, but I am thinking that if a two year old stuck his finger up my ass, I would bark too. I could not blame the dog for that one.

Think about it. I get the vision of the Dutch boy with his finger in the dyke (I am not going there). Now, I have the vision of the Canadian boy with finger up the dog's ass. I am finding this just too funny.

Have a great weekend. Ciao!