Spring is here and the flowers are in bloom, so let’s visit Nefertiti, who’s looking like a cone-iferous plant today. Michelle H. explains: “My little fluff nugget has had some medical issues and must wear the Cone of Shame. But she still takes time out of her busy schedule to enjoy our garden-in-progress. In between bursts of rain.”
“I’m telling ya, Carl, this has been the worst day of my entire life. First thing, my human gets out the leash, so I’m thinking: great, dog park. But do we go to the dog park? No, we go to some scary room where I get poked and prodded and stuffed into a plastic funnel. And what’s worst, I discover that I’m — how do I put this — not a whole man anymore. Can anything else go wrong today?”
It’s a dog’s life, Sharon H.
“Look, pal — I’m done taking advice from you. I thought you could show me the light, but I guess I was just a dim bulb. It turns out that just because you can plug your tail into a wall socket, that doesn’t mean that anybody else can.”
I was wondering what that burning smell was, Sharon H.
Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but someday when you least expect it. So you’d better watch your back, because I’m going to remember this indignity for the rest of my… Oh, who am I kidding — I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast.
