An old lady dog, named Lady Diana, came in to have a large lump removed from her face. The lump bore an uncanny resemblance to one of the dangling boy parts, but what it was doing attached to her face I can't understand. Normally, pets have to get pinch medicine and go for a nap so mother can take the lumps off. Not today. Lady Di got a small pinch and then just lied there while mother cut the red syrupy bump off her cheek. Lady Di was pretty old, so maybe she just lies like that most of the time, but I was still impressed.
Later, Sweet Sally brought her son, Gomer. Gomer is one of those dogs that probably came out last in his litter and had his birth sack stuck to his face a little too long. Don't get me wrong, Gomer is as sweet at they come, just like his mom, but he'd never make it as a working dog, if you know what I mean. It had been awhile since Gomer had been in, so I had to refresh his memory about who ran things around here. He was quick to learn that though, so maybe he's not as thick as I thought.
I know I've talked before about the humans and their strange laughing behaviors. It seems that when they begin barking about things being cute, is when most of the laughing starts and the behaviors get more and more strange. When Gomer was visiting, mother kept following me around with the one-eyed clicking machine. Vonnie and Sweet Sally kept trying to get me and Gomer to hug each other, while they were busy giggling the whole time. Don't they know that dogs are kissers, not huggers?
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