I'm going to write a book:The Woman Who Wasn't Wearing Pants

So, you don't usually know what to expect when you work an overnight emergency shift at the KSU Veterinary Medical Teaching Hospital, but I, at least, usually expect the clients to be wearing pants. But no, this lady comes into the hospital, in a panic, convinced that her dog has been "gored" by a deer.  Not a bull, not a moose, not some other horned or antlered animal.  Not bitten by one of the two other dogs she had at home or even a coyote. No. Gored. By a deer.

Oh, yeah, and she wasn't wearing pants. And she kept telling me to sit down. And I kept asking her if she wanted to move into an exam room. You know, sort of out of the whole waiting room area where people were staring. Because she wasn't wearing pants. Really? Not. Wearing. Pants.

She did eventually explain (which I didn't really want to know) that she had recently had an abdominal surgery and wasn't wearing pants due to the fact that her colostomy bag would be constricted. TMI. And it wasn't like she was wearing, say, a dress or a robe or something that would cover important bits while still leaving her waist unconstricted. No, she was wearing a man's shirt. And no pants.

Incidentally, I believe the dog was bitten by another dog (maybe a coyote). I happen to think this mostly because there were multiple tooth-shaped puncture wounds in the dog. She continued to insist that the dog had certainly been gored by a deer. You know, she's seen them out in the yard before. Fortunately, the intern on duty did eventually manage to move the pants-less woman into an exam room, out of the substantially crowded lobby.

Gored by a deer. Hey, it could happen.