To anyone who has ever met me, they have probably heard my quote for why I am not a vet. My grandfather was a vet. My Dad is a vet. Everyone in our small town thought that either my brother or I would be a vet (veterinarian) and continue the family tradition. But there is just one problem, at least for me… and it has to do with cows and their behinds.

I have very vivid memories of watching my grandfather pregnancy check horses and cows. Those long gloves covered in cow pooh were more than I could take. I am not squeamish at all. I can sew up anything that will stand still (people or animal). I can do CPR on everything from people to dogs, cats, and even on a horse. Blood – no problem, pus – just something to treat, but poop… and Cow Poop has always been my downfall.

So lets fast forward a few years to the present day. I am married to a beef producer. We utilize artificial insemination as much as we can to improve our herd genetics and breed better replacement bulls for other producers. So, guess what I am learning to do. I know somewhere in heaven, my PaDoc is laughing till he is crying. Yep, I am learning to voluntarily stick my arm up a cow’s behind. What’s more, I think I will be good at it too. I am used to having to depend on my hands and fingers to do jobs when I cannot see what they are doing.

So, I guess I may have to get a new quote. I hope to get certified in AI later this year when I can fit the class into my schedule, till then I will just make Brian keep teaching me.