Where are the scrubs??

We all wear matching scrubs each day. Big cranberries, that's what we are. However, there are times when duty calls.... and one is not properly attired. In fact, there are times when one comes to the clinic in 'cute' clothing (anything not a scrub = cute) since there is just a meeting to attend. Shoes that were chosen purely based on cuteness (ie, carrying a dog or doing anything even remotely physical can be life -or ankle- threatening) jeans that aren't as loose as the burka-like scrubs, and a shirt that .... well, it's from Banana Republic, for pete's sake!

But... when a dog's gotta have a bath, a dog's gotta have a bath. Or an Amitraz dip, as the case may be. You might think that I am wearing the fully body armor because I'm afraid to ruin my makeup, clothing, or beautiful hands. One must stay somewhat put together on one's day off. Technically, however, I'm wearing it all so I don't come in contact or breath the Amitraz dip.

And then I went to the meeting.

And then I had cheesecake. Thankyou Dr. M for having a birthday.