We have this crazy vet.
If he finds something wrong during an exam, he offers several
possibilities for the cause, ranging from minor to catastrophic. He's like, "I just want to give you all
the possibilities" as he rattles off things like grain allergies,
shingles, cataracts, melanoma, follicular dyspepsia, a Dinopeptic germ, the
Hong Kong hangnail, etc. etc. This freaks
Thelma out, while Louise groans & wonders ju$t how much thi$ will co$t u$.
So I gotta see him again & get my puffed-up cheek
fixed. I'm sure it's nothing
serious. I haven't lost my appetite, so obviously
I'm fine.
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