The Picture of Health
The Dog is going to go to the vet in a minute because of a weird retching thing and, you know, that gas issue. I think he's actually fine now and suspect it was the travel that affected him more than anything else but better safe than sorry. And The Child, who I adore, is a frakking drama queen and much as she would completely freak out if there were something wrong with him, she "needs to know". So off we go.
Labels: The Dog
cobbled together by Moi at 9:35 AM
4 Comments:
May St. Francis smile on the dog's innards.
And by the way, I question whether the dog really has "a gas issue." Maybe everyone just blames him all the time.
Thank you, LA, I've been in regular communication with St. Francis since all this began. And while your skepticism is warranted, in this case, it actually is the dog. Would I spend $90 on a vet visit right before Christmas if I thought The Spouse was trying to hide something? No. No, I wouldn't.
Man, I fell for it again. SO did not see that video coming.
Oh, come on. I can NOT be that good.
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