This afternoon my Jason human brought home a present for me! A squeaky toy! Wow! This toy had two separate squeakers inside of it, and was in serious condition. I set to work immediately to surgically remove these deadly squeaky components. It was touch and go there for a while, as a yum yum dinner commenced promptly after the gift giving. My erudite colleague Joseph (Joey dog) Stephens reprimanded me for neglecting my food watching duties, until he realized he would now be the sole recipient of any dropped morsels or left-overs whilst I remained focused on the surgery.
|Please hold all calls, nurse-Mom. This could take a while.|
After about thirty minutes, I managed to extract the first malignant squeaky component. Wow that’s a relief! Now give me back my patient! This is not the time for photo ops!
I will now proceed to excise the second and larger squeaky part. This could be dangerous.
|I have now exposed the tumor. Almost done and the patient is doing fine.|
|I'm pleased to announce the patient will make a full recovery.|
True to its capricious squeaky toy nature, the rolly-roundy squeaky component, once removed from its victim, immediately retreated under the nearest chair!
Both patient and doctor will now get some much needed rest. Don’t worry. My new and improved squeaky toy will be carefully guarded and inducted into my storage facility with the rest of my beloved, cherished, and raggedy toys.