So the other day I was walking around outside a Wendy's restaurant. Well, "walking" is kinda' a euphemism. Actually I was pulling and tugging on my leash as hard as I could. Hey! I don't know any better. I'm an Obedience School drop-out...
Anyways, so I'm lookin' through the floor-to-ceiling glass window of this Wendy's. And there are people in there! People...eating...big, juicy hamburgers and crunchy, salty french fries.
Yeah, I started begging! Pwease! I'm just a wittle, hungwy puppy! I wove Fwenchy Fwies. Pwease feed me! Pwease!
And then it happened. This nice man grabbed a french fry off his tray and held it out to me. And I went for it!
Ow! Hit my schnoz on the window.
Mommy...it's not funny! Stop laughing! Grrrr.
Bichons: Never drink prune juice. I know it smells yummy, but resist the urge to lap it up. You'll regret it.
The Time: 4 a.m.
The Place: Mommy and Daddy's Room
I gotta admit...it was pretty hysterical! With a muffled cry of, "What the heck!" my sleepy Mommy flipped on the light and hopped around on her left foot, examining the fresh doggy poo on the sole of her right foot.
She followed the trail of doggy diarrhea 'til it led to a pile under the chair. "Why in the world do the dogs have the trots?" she wondered aloud to my sleepy Daddy. "They haven't eaten anything except dog food."
I snuck a peak at my sister, CweeCwee. She was blinking sleepily, wearing her usual innocent (aka stupid) expression, blissfully licking her nose.
And then something caught Mommy's eye. A glass of brown liquid on her nightstand.
"That pig!" Mommy yelled. "CweeCwee drank my prune juice after I fell asleep and gave herself the trots."
Then she and Daddy doubled-over with laughter. I smiled in a big, panting, teethy grin. It was pretty funny!
Cwee just yawned.
Well, the upshot was that Cwee found herself shivering and squatting on a snowbank at 4 a.m. while the wolves howled in the distance. Slowly she staggered around, squatting and straining, while the remnants of the prune juice drip-drip-dripped onto the snow.
I'm happy to report that Cwee later told me she's felt like a million bucks since then.
And that's how CweeCwee gave herself a bowel cleanse.
Hi! Delly here! I'm a bichon frise. My mommy says I'm crazy, eccentric and hilarious. These are my doodles. WOOF!