Actually, it was liposuction that was cited in another of a series of outrageous ‘health-related’ articles this weekend, but as my friend Barb pointed out, the alliteration worked better in the title. And of course I LOVE alliterations.
Once again, the Sunday NYT did not disappoint for blog material.
Cover of the mag section… Animal Pharm. Here is the article “Pill Popping Pets” (of course I like my title better)
Some staggering statistiscs:
• Americans forked over $49 billion for pet products and services last year, up $11.5 billion from 2003
• other than consumer electronics, pet products are the fastest-growing retail segment. (remind me again why I am not tapping into this market?)
• A third of the total spending, and the fastest-growing category, is health care, with treatments formerly reserved for people — root canals, chemotherapy, and you guessed it, liposuction AND mood pills — being administered to pets. (I have been doing work in the healthcare market for years, again, why am I not tapping into this?)
Now, I am not one to judge pet health care spending. After all, when my dog (the greatest animal ever born) was under 3 she had not one, but two knee surgeries. (Hey, what was I supposed to do when she blew them out, get her a little cart?) And I do love her to death but quite frankly her fat ass will not be getting any liposuction if mine isn’t.
Perhaps I should say, “F the lipo, eat a big bowl of kibble”.
The administering of anti-depressants to dogs is also more than I can handle. How about this quote:
For lonely dogs with separation anxiety, Eli Lilly brought to market its own drug Reconcile last year. The only difference between it and Prozac is that Reconcile is chewable and tastes like beef.
OMG, can you imagine the mix up with a family member? “Honey, I took my meds this morning and the strangest thing happened, I have been craving a burger all day”.
My last word on this:
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