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$#!+ happens!
Our dear Fritzie (RB) was a venerable old man in his last year, when he
was 18; and like many geriatric humans, faced certain geriatric problems. One of these was a case of constipation that was pure evil. He was off his feed and vomiting so we ran him to the vet (a gem of humanity, I can hardly call him TED!) After a quick exam and feeling around Fritzie's gut, his eyes grew huge and he said, "Good God! There's a turd in there the size of a kielbasa!" Then he brought in the techs who were vet students and showed them, and sent us home with a bottle of nasty-smelling liquid and a dropper. Great; another reason for Fritzie to claw the hell out of us, twice a day. He still put up major fights over his infusions and insulin, even at his old age. For four days we gave him that laxative as prescribed, and for four days the results were fruitless. I called a tech, worried that he may have to be sent in for an enema. We were told to wait another day, and if nothing happened we'd bring him in. The following morning there was still nada. Louie took me to work, came home and went to lie down. I later got a call. "Um, dear...?" "Yeah?" "The meter reader came. You know the meter's in the basement..." "And...?" "Fritzie left us about twenty piles after I went to bed. I took the electric company guy down there, and it was everywhere." "I guess he was making a statement about the bill." Fritzie had gone on a fecal festival in the space of maybe two hours, and was just so happy to drop his load that he let go everywhere, and damn the electric guy. When I came home, he had that relaxed, relieved look of Atlas having dropped the weight of the world from something other than his shoulders. The meter man, no doubt, went home and told his wife, "I had a $#!+ty day at work today!" Blessed be, Baha |
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Now THAT was a GREAT laugh!
"Singh" wrote in message ... Our dear Fritzie (RB) was a venerable old man in his last year, when he was 18; and like many geriatric humans, faced certain geriatric problems. One of these was a case of constipation that was pure evil. He was off his feed and vomiting so we ran him to the vet (a gem of humanity, I can hardly call him TED!) After a quick exam and feeling around Fritzie's gut, his eyes grew huge and he said, "Good God! There's a turd in there the size of a kielbasa!" Then he brought in the techs who were vet students and showed them, and sent us home with a bottle of nasty-smelling liquid and a dropper. Great; another reason for Fritzie to claw the hell out of us, twice a day. He still put up major fights over his infusions and insulin, even at his old age. For four days we gave him that laxative as prescribed, and for four days the results were fruitless. I called a tech, worried that he may have to be sent in for an enema. We were told to wait another day, and if nothing happened we'd bring him in. The following morning there was still nada. Louie took me to work, came home and went to lie down. I later got a call. "Um, dear...?" "Yeah?" "The meter reader came. You know the meter's in the basement..." "And...?" "Fritzie left us about twenty piles after I went to bed. I took the electric company guy down there, and it was everywhere." "I guess he was making a statement about the bill." Fritzie had gone on a fecal festival in the space of maybe two hours, and was just so happy to drop his load that he let go everywhere, and damn the electric guy. When I came home, he had that relaxed, relieved look of Atlas having dropped the weight of the world from something other than his shoulders. The meter man, no doubt, went home and told his wife, "I had a $#!+ty day at work today!" Blessed be, Baha |
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Now THAT was a GREAT laugh!
"Singh" wrote in message ... Our dear Fritzie (RB) was a venerable old man in his last year, when he was 18; and like many geriatric humans, faced certain geriatric problems. One of these was a case of constipation that was pure evil. He was off his feed and vomiting so we ran him to the vet (a gem of humanity, I can hardly call him TED!) After a quick exam and feeling around Fritzie's gut, his eyes grew huge and he said, "Good God! There's a turd in there the size of a kielbasa!" Then he brought in the techs who were vet students and showed them, and sent us home with a bottle of nasty-smelling liquid and a dropper. Great; another reason for Fritzie to claw the hell out of us, twice a day. He still put up major fights over his infusions and insulin, even at his old age. For four days we gave him that laxative as prescribed, and for four days the results were fruitless. I called a tech, worried that he may have to be sent in for an enema. We were told to wait another day, and if nothing happened we'd bring him in. The following morning there was still nada. Louie took me to work, came home and went to lie down. I later got a call. "Um, dear...?" "Yeah?" "The meter reader came. You know the meter's in the basement..." "And...?" "Fritzie left us about twenty piles after I went to bed. I took the electric company guy down there, and it was everywhere." "I guess he was making a statement about the bill." Fritzie had gone on a fecal festival in the space of maybe two hours, and was just so happy to drop his load that he let go everywhere, and damn the electric guy. When I came home, he had that relaxed, relieved look of Atlas having dropped the weight of the world from something other than his shoulders. The meter man, no doubt, went home and told his wife, "I had a $#!+ty day at work today!" Blessed be, Baha |
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Now THAT was a GREAT laugh!
"Singh" wrote in message ... Our dear Fritzie (RB) was a venerable old man in his last year, when he was 18; and like many geriatric humans, faced certain geriatric problems. One of these was a case of constipation that was pure evil. He was off his feed and vomiting so we ran him to the vet (a gem of humanity, I can hardly call him TED!) After a quick exam and feeling around Fritzie's gut, his eyes grew huge and he said, "Good God! There's a turd in there the size of a kielbasa!" Then he brought in the techs who were vet students and showed them, and sent us home with a bottle of nasty-smelling liquid and a dropper. Great; another reason for Fritzie to claw the hell out of us, twice a day. He still put up major fights over his infusions and insulin, even at his old age. For four days we gave him that laxative as prescribed, and for four days the results were fruitless. I called a tech, worried that he may have to be sent in for an enema. We were told to wait another day, and if nothing happened we'd bring him in. The following morning there was still nada. Louie took me to work, came home and went to lie down. I later got a call. "Um, dear...?" "Yeah?" "The meter reader came. You know the meter's in the basement..." "And...?" "Fritzie left us about twenty piles after I went to bed. I took the electric company guy down there, and it was everywhere." "I guess he was making a statement about the bill." Fritzie had gone on a fecal festival in the space of maybe two hours, and was just so happy to drop his load that he let go everywhere, and damn the electric guy. When I came home, he had that relaxed, relieved look of Atlas having dropped the weight of the world from something other than his shoulders. The meter man, no doubt, went home and told his wife, "I had a $#!+ty day at work today!" Blessed be, Baha |
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Singh wrote:
SNIP The meter man, no doubt, went home and told his wife, "I had a $#!+ty day at work today!" Blessed be, Baha LOL, thanks. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. |
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Singh wrote:
SNIP The meter man, no doubt, went home and told his wife, "I had a $#!+ty day at work today!" Blessed be, Baha LOL, thanks. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. |
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Singh wrote:
SNIP The meter man, no doubt, went home and told his wife, "I had a $#!+ty day at work today!" Blessed be, Baha LOL, thanks. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. |
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"Singh" wrote in message ... .... The meter man, no doubt, went home and told his wife, "I had a $#!+ty day at work today!" Blessed be, Baha Sheesh, that is so funny. I'm really glad you and Catnipped have joined this group. I don't always have time to respond, but I really enjoy your posts. Annie |
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"Singh" wrote in message ... .... The meter man, no doubt, went home and told his wife, "I had a $#!+ty day at work today!" Blessed be, Baha Sheesh, that is so funny. I'm really glad you and Catnipped have joined this group. I don't always have time to respond, but I really enjoy your posts. Annie |
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"Singh" wrote in message ... .... The meter man, no doubt, went home and told his wife, "I had a $#!+ty day at work today!" Blessed be, Baha Sheesh, that is so funny. I'm really glad you and Catnipped have joined this group. I don't always have time to respond, but I really enjoy your posts. Annie |
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