Speaking of nutsacks, Fredo's presently at the vet, having his removed. He sealed his fate a week ago when I saw him hump his biological sister. I wouldn't have thought humping could be a more revolting activity, but I stand corrected.
When did vets start upselling on every visit? Take your pet in for a kennel-cough vaccine and you're treated to tales of the Madagascar Ear Mites suffered by a single dog in Idaho. But for only $69.99, they have the cure for that, of course. When I took Fredo in for his shots at two months, the concern was about his front teeth. I stupidly approved x-rays that revealed "They're perfect. They just haven't come in yet." Really. Imagine that.
The vet-tech drones are clearly schooled in upselling. Today's lopping inspired her to talk more about teeth than about testicles. There's all kinds of things wrong with Fredo's teeth that the removal of his testicles will somehow reveal. Going to the vet didn't used to feel exactly like getting my muffler replaced. No longer. "Well, do what you like, but if this were my dog, I'd want to get those teeth taken care of."
I'm imagining the day when I go to my own doctor for my flu vaccine and he tells me this is also an excellent time for an CAT scan. Can it be that far off?