This Calls For A Squeaky Toy!

APRIL 27, 2004 BY SUSAN J

Frank is going in for minor surgery tomorrow. Needless to say, I am a wreck. He has a small skin tag growing perilously (in my admittedly not very professional opinion) near his eye and, in recent weeks, it has tripled in size. Not only does this hideous, finger-like protrusion mar his beauty, it is now dangling into his field of vision.

And the worst part? During our consultation, the vet said: “With an older dog like this, we need to do some tests before giving him anesthetic.”

Older dog? Frank an older dog? Feh. Frank is never getting old. Do you hear me, NEVER! He’s like me that way. Now I have to go and buy him a post-op squeaky toy the size of a compact car.

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