Thursday, April 21, 2011
the tushie man cometh
Tiny chumley's ever twinkly halo of lucky charms and green clovers took a temporary tumble off his head yesterday, falling to the ground with a giant thud the moment he saw the big white van pull up and stop.
nooooooooooooooooooooo, the little kielbasa barked in protest as he sensed this familiar impending doom. it is only april and i do not see the tushie man and his lady for another six months!
Baxter, of course, was right. He wasn't due for his annual checkup til October. But yesterday was special. Yesterday was rabies shot day. And despite the fact that everything went quickly, and no tushie invasion was required, and friends were made again all around, the little kielbasa still decided to voice his discontent one last time after left the van and reached the top of our driveway. Barking, in no uncertain terms, that it was time for this unwelcome disruption to his day to come to an end. And guarding his precious tushie all the while.
it's been great, come back again - when pigs fly. hasta poop-ego. don't call me, i'll call u. uh-reeve-uh-poopies! smell ya later!