My Vet is a Vet

I’d been listenin’ to the conversation, but I had not said a word. See, I like to see how the conversation is goin’ then stir the pot a bit. I pushed my hat back on my head and asked, “What about all them folks that don’t believe in huntin’ or eatin’ meat? Don’t y’all think we should corn-sider their feelin’s none?”

Burrhead looked at me, blinked his eyes a couple of times and replied honestly, “Nope.”

“Bunch of fools is what that are. Do they think that chicken they buy in the stores is born wrapped in plastic and sitting on Styrofoam?” Uncle Ben asked as he pulled his old pipe out of his shirt pocket. He had quit smoking years before, but he enjoyed having the empty pipe between his teeth.

“And, do they consider how in the world it got plucked too?” Burrhead asked.

“Most of ‘em ain’t got no idea where food comes from.” Bubba said and then grinned as he said, “And, if they had to butcher their own meat most of ‘em would become one of them veterinarians.”

Willy Eugene shook his head slowly and said, “That’s vegetarians, Bubba, not veterinarians. A vet takes care of yer dawgs or cats when they get sick.”

Bubba’s eyes grew wide in surprise as he asked, “Ya mean a-fore one of them folks can become a vet they gotta serve in the military? I ain’t even asked mine what branch of the service they served in or nothin’. Personal like, I don’t see the need or the reason behind it a-tall.”

“Not a vet, but a vet.” Bobby Dale quickly said and then met my eyes as he grinned. We both knew it took but little to get Bubba goin’ good and he was easy to confuse.

Bubba, now totally mixed up, replied, “It don’t matter none and y’all stop pickin’ on me. Ya know what I mean. But why do they have to be a vet before they can become a vet? Ain’t a vet a vet?”

“No, see, both a military veteran and a veterinarian are called vets Bubba, but they’re jobs ain’t the same.” I said as I placed my now empty cup down by my right leg.

“I know a vet that don’t even have a job.” Burrhead added quickly.

“No animals?” Bubba asked.

“Not that kind of yet, a military vet.”

“Now, that’s jess plain dumb, but I mean about the animal doctor, not the military vet.” Bubba replied and I could hear the discombobulation in his voice

“Who so?” Uncle Ben asked.

“If they served in the military they’re already vets.”

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