Sunday, February 04, 2007
It's a Dog's life
Various changes in my personal life kept me from blogging. For too long. For so long that my loyal readers clamoured for my return. So here I am, all my dog parts intact (of course except for my testicles but my therapist said the less I blog about them, the better it will be for me) and ready to blog the coming days away.
Did I tell you that I received a proposal a long time back? It was from a black lab and the girl's special trait was that when she wags her tail, not just her tail but her entire backside wags. At least that's what I overheard. Of course we had to politely decline the proposal given my physical disabilities but it did a lot of good to my self esteem to know that someone in a 5 mile radius wants to get it on with me.
Anyway the point behind the story is that this girl who was proposed to me, she passed away a few weeks back. I know that it is not good of me to say this but I'm glad we never 'got it on' because if I had my testicles (there I go talking about them again) then today I would be a widower and father to at least 8 puppies. Our side of the family has a tendency to have 8 kids at a time (the reason why my poor cocker spaniel of a mother wears a permanently harassed look after 16 kids) and I shudder at what could have been.
And you still haven't heard the worst part. Both the girl and yours truly are treated by the same Vet, it's a woman so in this household we call her Veti, and apparently the poor girl died after Veti injected her with the wrong medicine. This was exactly what was missing in my life. I really hope my family uses the little bit of brain they have and change the Vet with immediate effect. I tried to tell them the moment I heard the news but they just told me to shut up and gave me one of those tasteless bones from Arpico to chew.
So that's about it from me for today. With a wag of the tail, K9 out.
Did I tell you that I received a proposal a long time back? It was from a black lab and the girl's special trait was that when she wags her tail, not just her tail but her entire backside wags. At least that's what I overheard. Of course we had to politely decline the proposal given my physical disabilities but it did a lot of good to my self esteem to know that someone in a 5 mile radius wants to get it on with me.
Anyway the point behind the story is that this girl who was proposed to me, she passed away a few weeks back. I know that it is not good of me to say this but I'm glad we never 'got it on' because if I had my testicles (there I go talking about them again) then today I would be a widower and father to at least 8 puppies. Our side of the family has a tendency to have 8 kids at a time (the reason why my poor cocker spaniel of a mother wears a permanently harassed look after 16 kids) and I shudder at what could have been.
And you still haven't heard the worst part. Both the girl and yours truly are treated by the same Vet, it's a woman so in this household we call her Veti, and apparently the poor girl died after Veti injected her with the wrong medicine. This was exactly what was missing in my life. I really hope my family uses the little bit of brain they have and change the Vet with immediate effect. I tried to tell them the moment I heard the news but they just told me to shut up and gave me one of those tasteless bones from Arpico to chew.
So that's about it from me for today. With a wag of the tail, K9 out.
