Vet Vent

I’ve heard many people say that they’d love to be a dog, and their voices always convey a longing for what they perceive to be a simpler life. It just really twists my jaw that they think being a dog is easy.

Come on people! Get over the “sleeping all day” thing. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Anything in excess is too much. If you don’t agree, try wolfing down thirty pieces of bacon and tell me what your belly thinks later. I have it from a good two-legged source that there is a price to pay.

A dog’s life is not all chasing rabbits and squirrels. Our scourge is spelled V-E-T. Yesterday’s lovefest robbed me of my best bone gnawing tooth, and now my mouth is throbbing. Last night’s dinner was mush laced with a foul smelling powder – not that I was in the mood to eat - and since I didn’t eat it I had Big Pharma stuffed down my throat for breakfast. Thanks Dad!

Don’t try to compare your root canals, prostate exams and Pap smears with a visit to the vet. You walk in there of your own volition. We get lured in. Sometimes the whammy comes. Sometimes it doesn’t, but whatever comes, it happens with the wah-wah-wah of Charlie Brown going on around us. I hate that noise!

B.