Wow. The only thing worse than a centipede with athlete’s foot, is a basset hound with an ear infection. Luckily, I don’t have one of those — but my right eye is all droopy or, as my Mamma calles it, “hinky.” I’m scheduled for what they keep calling “having my doghood removed” tomorrow, but this may get me out of it. Love the Vet, love the hospital smells, but the food stinks and the way Jean-Luc is smirking at me, I know that this “tutoring” isn’t going to make me a smarter dog.
