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Flapper’s vet read his x-rays from yesterday and was able to determine that what he saw that looked suspicious on the small x-ray last week was actually his testes. (I saw the small x-ray too and it really was pretty confusing.) But Flapper has been given a clean bill of health.

His only diagnosis is “impressive testes.”

Yay for Flapper!

Last week when he was at the vet for his check-up, they left me alone with his chart while they took x-rays. I have a huge, huge chart the size of a novel there, for all my ducks plus all the rescues I’ve taken. I was leafing through it and cracked up at the obnoxious notes I had left them so very often. Every time Flapper was in for a procedure, under the “any special notes?” section, I had written, “He is a celebrity.” Ha ha ha. And on Petunia’s “special notes” form I had written “used to date a celebrity duck.”

There was also a note by a vet tech on one page that said “Tried to call and give Tiffany the results. Hung up because she thought I was a telemarketer. Called back and gave results.”