Despite all my desperate attempts to have Murphey, the dumb ass wonder dogg, put to sleep he is instead having minor surgery in the morning to relieve a hematoma in his right ear. Obviously, Jeff has engaged his rarely used, but once stated then omnipotent, veto power to arrange this little operation, which will leave Murph looking like he needs a ride on the short bus complete with a cone around his head. Now I ask you, who’s the the more humane person? My plan would save him from all this humiliation.
(He’s shy)
Jeff’s argument for all this is that the surgery will only cost about $200, around the same price as putting him asleep, but he is refusing to take into account the ole little something slipped into his food dish and then he goes nighty nighty, method. He never thinks these things through properly. And he calls me irrational?! Doesn’t he know what I can do around here with $200? Of course he does, but noooo, I’m cruel.
(Note the right floppy ear, (his right), ouch)
I know it’s hard to believe I actually live with all this. I mean who among us doesn’t believe that Murph has lead a long good life? Obviously his health is beginning to fail and it is time. This is his second trip to the vet this year alone. Come on people, how long am I expected to sit by and allow this nonsense to continue?
(What chew talkin bout woman?)
But Jeff will just not listen to reason no matter how valid my arguments. He just keeps asking, If it was me or one of the cherubs what would you do? and that’s just silly because we all know the right answer to that question: Nighty Nighty.