So, I was at the natural pet food store the other day purchasing a high quality, human-grade (but reasonably priced) bag of cat food when I came across this supplement used by dog breeders. It’s called Concept-a-Bitch and contains progesterone-rich wild yams to facilitate a healthy pregnancy.

And I wasn’t surprised by this product. I’ve read about wild yams before, and know that some women take it as an alternative to hormonal birth control. And for those who don’t know how this all works, I bring you the Sex Ed portion of this post:

Wild yam works like this: it pumps you full of progesterone, effectively tricking your body into thinking you’re “with child”/ got a “bun in the oven,”/are “preggers”/whatever. Because you’re “knocked up” you stop ovulating. If you’re not ovulating, then you’re not making babies. In short: taking wild yams hypothetically means that no swimmies will find safe harbor on your shores, no spunk will play house in your stomach.

And even though I know the mechanics of how this very useful supplement works, I still had to giggle at the little doggy vitaminks, because a) they had “bitch” on the label, and b) I am an unsophisticated cull.

Well at work today somebody put an away message up that said, “Who let the dogs out?”

I really wanted to IM back, “I have no Concept…a-bitch!”

Get it? Dogs? Bitches? No Concept?

Well, I thought it was funny, but I didn’t end up messaging. My coworker probably wouldn’t have gotten the joke anyway. He’s not like me. He’s normal.
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