Thursday, July 06, 2006
My lovely Meg
I've been ever so worried about my poor dog, Meg.
I noticed a lump had come up on her back a few days ago, so today (well, yesterday, now - it's gone midnight) we went to see her favourite man (not) - the vet. After a short examination involving a squeeze, poke, prod and a syringe, the nasty man deduced it was just a fatty lump.
I was so relieved.
Meg had no idea what was going on, of course, so has no sense of this relief. That must be the best part about being a dog. You'd have no idea of your own mortality. Ignorance is bliss.
Meg is a true krank and has many nicknames:
She doesn't have a favourite nickname, preferring her full proper name, which is Megan Jane, dear reader.
I'll sleep more soundly tonight.