Caya's evil breeder

OOOOOOO.

I'm pissed. Very pissed. Hubby is ballistic.

He called Caya's breeder, because we were told that we need to inform her of Caya's condition, that it's hereditary and she should not breed Caya's parents or siblings.

So, conversation ensues.

Mild mannered husband's voice gradually gets louder and louder and more irritated.

Then I hear, "EXCUSE ME, but Caya does NOT look like a thoroughbred, she looks more like a concentration camp victim."

WTH?

So he hangs up on her, and starts fuming. Evidently, the breeder is totally in denial that Caya could have EPI, that all of her dogs have that sleek, 'throroughbred' look and that our vet was too quick to diagnose EPI.

Now I am pissed. I have spent the last 3-4 weeks up with Caya during the night comforting her, asking her to hang in there, telling her to be strong.

We make a note to call the vet in the morning and crack open a wine and play with our babies.