So, many of you know - I LOVE my vet. He's the bomb!

I'm over at Deborah's on Saturday, enjoying visiting with her and seeing her collection. So, my phone rings, and I don't know the number, but since we're supposed to meet up with new folks at the Repticon show, I go ahead and answer it.

It's my vet. At first, I'm really worried, because Diamond the dog went in two weeks before and had a senior wellness work up and I'm thinking they got back blood results and there was something wrong that he was calling me about.

Nope - he's calling me to see if I have any female rats available. A buddy of his had two, but one died and is lonely and needs a friend. All he said was "no albino, because that's what he has now, and wants to be able to tell them apart".

I thought it was pretty cool that my vet thought of me when looking for a good pet rat (he knows I breed them for feeders, as he is also the exotics vet on staff at the vet clinic, and he's also done surgery on one of my rats to remove a tumor).

Got a couple of litters that should be ready to wean in another week. It always makes me feel good when I can place a few in pet homes.