A Dog’s Life
“Your dog is overweight,” the vet said.
My friends, the parents of triplets, put their dog on a diet.
Some time later…
“Your dog’s weight looks great,” the vet said.
My friends, the parents of triplets, celebrated.
Some time later…
“Hmm, you need to bring him to a specialist,” the vet said, when friends, the parents of triplets, brought in their still-losing-weight, now-not-eating-and-throwing-up-a-lot dog.
Immediately thereafter…
“We need to operate on your dog – there’s a blockage and the X-ray doesn’t indicate what it is.”
My friends, the parents of triplets, awaited the results.
And do you even want to guess what the doctors discovered to be the blockage?
Guess.
Seriously, guess.
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Twenty-seven pacifiers. TWENTY-SEVEN PACIFIERS.
Snap!
Wow. Fully intact, no less. Which means, if they wanted, they could just wash them off and start using them again, no?
(P.S. I know I still have to announce the winner of my previous post’s contest - I’m behind on things — big things afoot in the house of Riley -more later)
(P.P.S. I’m not really a Steelers fan, but I give credit where credit is due — awesome game!)
(EDITED TO ADD: The dog has recovered and is doing fine; he may possibly be snacking on some feeding spoons now…)
