Humvee the enormous Rottweiler came in to the clinic today. I could tell that it was going to be one of those crazy days. Mother said "Oh look, he's sticking his tongue out at us!", but when I looked at Humvee his mouth was closed. Sweet Sally said "What do you mean, his mouth is closed?", and the answer she got was "not the tongue in his mouth, the tongue on his leg!".
One look at the big, big, big Rottweiler and I knew what she meant. He had a tongue growing right out of his leg.
It reminded me of Brawny Brandon.
Humvee was every bit as tough as he looked when it came to getting all of his pokes to help him fall asleep. My dad worked on the giant black dog and removed the extra tongue, "I hope if it's cancerous, that it's not one of the really bad cancers" he remarked. "Humvee is such a good dog, it's never good news for the nice ones".
Vocal Vonnie was very busy today being vocal. Mother squirts me and Bea with water when we talk too much and I have a feeling that if Vonnie were a dog, she'd be soaking wet most of the time.
Vonnie was tired after lunch and lied down for a nap. There was lots of growling and snarling after she woke up, and it wasn't coming from Humvee. You know it's a strange day when the scariest thing in the clinic isn't the 150 lb Rottweiler that just had some parts cut off.
True to form, Sassy Sally was right there to calm the angry beast. Maybe we should call her Sweet and Sassy Sally.
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