Submitted by KeyWestPirate on Thu, 2014/05/08 - 08:46.
I took Norman to the vet Saturday to get him fixed. I'd met the vet before, a guy in Estelí I'd found about a year ago. Saturday was his really busy day, he sells feeds, supplements, and medicines as well as the vet thing, and the store was packed. So, we wound up making the trip back again on Sunday morning.
Interestingly, the vet's name was Norman too, which let to a series of adolescent jokes about cutting the cojones off the right Norman, etc, etc.