kids versus dogs

I took the girls to the doctor today. Our new doctor has the last name Daveyduke and I honestly am having a really hard time getting past her name. I picture her riding around with Beau and Luke Duke in the ...the...what the hell is the name of their car? dixie something. dusty something. General Lee!
Okay so our doctor is riding around in the general lee and I go in with my guns blazing because I have the internet and therefore I practically have my own thriving medical practice. I need to know a lot of things but I also know waaaay too much. It comes from having preemie babies. It's like reading the inside cover of a book and then trying to teach a course on it. Anyway, I am in there doing my best to not imagine her in daisyduke shorts and my kids are being really rude. And they are usually so sweet and polite. They are jumping on the chair and singing off-key and Daisy Duke has the nerve to say to me "I know how you feel because I have two dogs"
I shit you not, those were her words. I cursed her with triplets right then and there. The weirdest part is that the couple of times we have had to go to the walk-in clinic, the receptionist and the doctors always say to me "ooohhh, you are sooooo lucky to have her as your doctor" Lucky me. And also lucky Spot and Rusty. Small towns are odd.