No one is normal.

At least not in this house.  Not even the dog.

The Airedale got spayed yesterday.  She stayed overnight at the vet, then we picked her up this afternoon.  The vet provided us with a sheet of post-operative information, and at the bottom was a hand-written note.

"You'll notice that Annie's incision is a little longer than normal," the note said.  "Annie's reproductive tract was unusually long."  (I hadn't noticed.  I wouldn't know a normal-sized spaying incision from any other kind, thankyouverymuch.)

I only hope the dog didn't hear that.  Because truly, the last thing we need around here is a dog with a complex.