Monday, April 05, 2010

Booth holay

Hiked my first mountains of the season Saturday with Dr. & Mr. Moo and cousin B of the tiny lungs, the diabeetus, and the incredibly generous heart. Jimberly James the horrible hound was our mascot. Unfortunately for the males of the party, JJ the hh had an infected anal gland, which they discovered when a curious and powerful fishy-assy smell assaulted their noses. It made its way in short order to the front seat and while we all gagged, JJ the hh helpfully began licking his butt so as to share the joy with those seated at his intake and exhaust valves.

It turned out Dr. Moo feeds JJ the hh fish pills so he will have a shiny coat. Thankfully, it also turned out that Dr. Moo is the MacGyver of anal gland expressing. "Does anyone have any gloves?" she asked. Cousin B did, in his first-aid kit. "What about lube?" she continued.

Nobody had any of that.

But no matter! Because Dr. Moo had a tube of minty-fresh lip balm. When we arrived at the base of the mountain, she led JJ the hh over to a sandy spot, donned her gloves, squirted on some lip balm, and went to work. Cousin B videotaped it. Later, JJ the hh ended up with some pine needles stuck in an interesting place. And we all ended up with a great story to tell our grandkids.


Blogger laughingatus said...

I'm pretty sure this could only happen to you! Though there do seem to have been other people present so I guess I'm wrong.

6:39 PM, April 06, 2010

Blogger McPolack said...

I would say that anyone who would like to have things like that happen to them should just spend more time with me, my sister, or my father. It's a triumvirate of wackadoo.

8:46 AM, April 11, 2010


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