A.V. Stands for Artificial Vagina
My dream growing up was to be a veterinarian. I did well in maths and sciences, I had experience working with a city vet from a co-op program in high-school and I was accepted to a science program in a university that had a veterinary sciences program. Students could apply to the vet program after one year of undergrad science.
After the first year I didnt quite have the marks to apply and I didnt have any large animal (farm animals - not cats and dogs) experience.
To remedy the second issue I spent the summer doing volunteer work and one of the places I volunteered was the Equine Research Centre.
I would help by mucking out stalls and grooming animals and in exchange I could watch the work and research being done there.
This included bone scans where elite racehorses or jumping horses could be brought in if they were favouring a leg. The bone scan could detect if there were any minute stress cracks in a bone that could lead to a break.
They also had a large horse treadmill that could measure a horses gait for trainers. It was all very cool.
However - what they seemed to do more than anything else? Collect horse semen.
Elite racehorses, jumpers or just stallions of good stock would be brought there to collect.
It involved a dummy horse that looked a lot like a gymnastics horse. We would bring out a female horse from the barn and parade her around until the stallion got excited enough to mount the fake horse.
Some unlucky person would then have to rush forward with the A.V. - put him in it and hold it while he went to town (so to speak).
I always felt bad for the stallion - never really getting to have sex. I also felt bad for the fluffer mare. But I felt worst for the A.V. handler.
And I felt pretty bad for me watching all this - my poor innocent eyes!
My dream growing up was to be a veterinarian. I did well in maths and sciences, I had experience working with a city vet from a co-op program in high-school and I was accepted to a science program in a university that had a veterinary sciences program. Students could apply to the vet program after one year of undergrad science.
After the first year I didnt quite have the marks to apply and I didnt have any large animal (farm animals - not cats and dogs) experience.
To remedy the second issue I spent the summer doing volunteer work and one of the places I volunteered was the Equine Research Centre.
I would help by mucking out stalls and grooming animals and in exchange I could watch the work and research being done there.
This included bone scans where elite racehorses or jumping horses could be brought in if they were favouring a leg. The bone scan could detect if there were any minute stress cracks in a bone that could lead to a break.
They also had a large horse treadmill that could measure a horses gait for trainers. It was all very cool.
However - what they seemed to do more than anything else? Collect horse semen.
Elite racehorses, jumpers or just stallions of good stock would be brought there to collect.
It involved a dummy horse that looked a lot like a gymnastics horse. We would bring out a female horse from the barn and parade her around until the stallion got excited enough to mount the fake horse.
Some unlucky person would then have to rush forward with the A.V. - put him in it and hold it while he went to town (so to speak).
I always felt bad for the stallion - never really getting to have sex. I also felt bad for the fluffer mare. But I felt worst for the A.V. handler.
And I felt pretty bad for me watching all this - my poor innocent eyes!
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miss_joy:
You do know you are the only guy at a donkey show who tries to hump the donkey right?
smaptie:
Yeah but at least I was getting paid. You were just being spooky.