Interesting Thoughts (Maybe this is what I should have told them when asked why I wanted to be a vet)

So, originally my mother was living in MN with her family and my father was living in PA with his. Then came along my uncle Pat. He was from PA and did a residency at the University of MN where my aunt Janelle was working. They got married, moved around, and settled in PA. Then, when they started popping out kids, my mother moved down to help them out. I think she even worked for my uncle for a while. So, now both my mom and dad are in PA, and they are even living within 12 miles of each other. Doc and Janelle actually live 5 minutes from our farm, but my mom was living in Titusville I think. Anyway, somehow my mother started working at Buells Corners Store, and happened to be there when my grandpa came in and mentioned that he needed a dog with milk to nurse his fox pups. (I guess he raised them and sold them, it was legal back then I think, not that he would have cared) Anyway, my mother just happened to have a bitch that had just lost her pups, so she started bringing her over a couple times a day to feed the pups. That of course lead to my parents meeting, dating, and marrying, only to eventually have me 8 years later. So, the moral of the story is...I would not be here if it were not for veterinary medicine and a bitch. CRAZY!