Sophie’s Health
Those of you that have been following the plight of my Golden Retriever’s health after having been exposed to several episodes of WMD type gas will be happy to hear that we finally have some good news.
At one time we thought all was lost and that “The Big Sleep” was in store for Sophie. Now her physiatrist has zeroed in on the real problem and the diagnosis is not as bad as we had feared. Originally the doctor was pretty certain that Sophie had suffered some severe nerve damage due to breathing the gas and even commented that he had not seen such a severe reaction since World War I casualties from Mustard gas exposure. However, after some extensive testing and psychoanalysis, the real problem has been identified.
All of us who have been around Huby for any time at all are familiar with his, er. . . well, his problem? And we all know what the results are. Now poor little Sophie, being a dog, and wanting to do as all dogs do when they come across something dead, they roll on it. Naturally, when Huby cuts loose, the odor is indescribably foul and Sophie (bless her little dog heart) thinks she is confronted with;
The golden opportunity!
The chance of a dog’s lifetime!
The winning ticket in the canine lottery!
The Mother of All Things Dead!
And what to do but. . . ROLL IN IT! But, no, he just keeps patting her on the head and muttering nice doggie things. He won’t hold still and lie down so she can do her God given duty.
Oh the frustration she must be going through!
