Sheep gets implants….

It finally happened, one of our own went to the vet, was told, the old gray mares just were not what they use to be and it was time for them to go. Yes, the poor girl snarfed and whined, but on the bright side, no more carrying forks to twirl em, throwing them over her shoulder, no more getting them caught in the clapper.

The other sheep threw her a party for them, got her drunk, reminded her of all the times they entered the room before she did.  Men applauded her, gave her the thumbs up and told her, while they were once spectacular, they were only a small part of her personality.

Bertha and the dog took her implant shopping, picking out just the right pair. Too full they would bounce, too light, they would float, too heavy, they would cause her to toot.The three settled on a pair that was just right, and to her amazement, came with tattoos. Brilliant, now not only did she not need a sling, she could sport a tasteful tat, one for this, and one for that.  They drove her to the vet, drunk, hung over and wobbling at the desk. Not realizing what he agreed to, the dog also followed her in and together, they ended up with a mismatched set. Hers were better than her old ones, but his? Ahem, they came with a fork, a lift and a sling. When she awoke, she was amazed, they looked marvelous.

The dog however, was another story. Bertha stared at him, what the hell had he done? The dog looked down and when he tried to stand up, fell over. He use to have dreams of this, but never in a million years did he expect to go get them. They screamed mui macho!  The problem with this much machismo, when he walked they followed him. When he went to take a pee, they knocked him over. The sheep ran into him,  and stared. All she could do was snarf and laugh.  It was payback. The dog after a few weeks of getting the high-five from the other mutts, went in, looked down and just said ciao. The vet questioned him to be sure. After weeks of tripping over them, he knew he had no choice. Off they went.

Back to normalcy, no more back pain, forks, slings, and looked wonderful. There is a moral to this story, what makes us isn’t what we think we had, or lost, but what is inside. The dog took a bow, kissed her hand, and agreed.

About cruisepuppy7452a

50/D/F, who is a college grad, former associate producer/marketing agent for an indy film co. I have also worked as a caterer/chef. Currently in the process of writing 2 books, one humor and the other is a cookbook. What makes me tick is fighting for the little guy. Nothing makes my more angry than a bully who attacks the elderly, disabled, poor, middle class or unemployed. Some question my sanity or motives. I am totally sane, and my motives are pure. I do what is right, I give back and try to help make this world a better place for all. Ted Kennedy once called my ideas crazy and that was when I knew I was on the right track. Apparently he only did so to those whom he respected. As payback to him and his family I will continue to fight for the little guy, until someone tells me a sheep has replaced me. Only then, as I respect sheep, they are good people. My blog is to discuss issues, question everything and get people asking questions and thinking outside of the box. I am a defender of the people, thier rights and civil liberties and will continue the good fight until nobody is seen as bad, evil, perverse, or other. Its the same bus, there is no first class, . Its your choice. Back to the sheep. Like the sheep in my novel, I am laid back, easy going, have a sense of humor and am easily entertained. Some expect the ususal nonsense. Read the blog and it becomes apparent who I am. I do hope to one day run for political office. I have seen what ego does, how power and money corrupt, and religion can cause harm
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