Nothing I Can Do About it Now

October 16, 2007

Pathetic is the Watchword

Filed under: Uncategorized — dregina @ 4:31 pm

Fluppy has a sprained paw. Fluppy has a sprained paw. Fluppy has a sprained paw.

Forgive me, but I can’t help but play with the phonetics of that sentence. Fluppy has a sprained paw. It sounds a little Seussian, a little Sesame Street, but nothing so much as if it came out of one of the Maisy books. It certainly sounds pathetic.  Flups exudes a certain baseline level of pathos anytime she’s not at the park, roving free, but with the sore ear and sprained paw she’s got going on right now,  my god, my god, her eyes are bottomless.

All I know is, the next time she gets sick, I’m cutting out the middle man. I’ll make a healing money poultice of shredded dollar bills and tears (ours, from watching our bank balance flatline, and/or looking into Fluppy’s  sad, sad eyes). At least then I won’t have to spend 2 1/2 weeknight hours at the vet, in the waiting room, listening to a woman explain to her dog that Jesus will heal him, Jesus will make him whole. And then discovering that said dog was in to have his impacted anal glands dug out.

This, of course, is really good news for that dog, because Jesus’ speciality is ass-covering. That’s like, His whole schtick.



  1. Ahh, poor Fluppy, I feel sorry for her being so unwell.

    Ahh, poor you for for having your bank account decimated.

    I don’t really know what an impacted anal gland is, I’m not sure I want to, hurray for me.

    Comment by mindedit — October 18, 2007 @ 12:24 pm

  2. i gotta tell you, i really love the theology of these people. i mean, here’s the creator of the universe, right? the universe, which is so big we can’t even conceive of it; so complex we can’t understand more than one half of one percent of it. and whatever it is that did this is so enamored of the pond scum on this infinitesimally small planet that it creates a progeny to go there & be killed. then that progeny goes out of its way to take care of canine anal gland problems. why? hell, why not? what else is there to do?
    yes, i do love this. me, i think we’re here for comic relief & your friend in the vet’s waiting room has a special place reserved in heaven for their efforts.

    Comment by uj — October 23, 2007 @ 5:56 pm

  3. Poor doggy, I hope he healed alright.

    Comment by Kristen — February 6, 2008 @ 8:04 pm

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