Poor Snickers

Snickers is without question the best dog in the world. Well, best for me anyway. She doesn't run agility courses or do any bizarre tricks, but she is very well-behaved. She is my first dog; I found her on PetFinder and adopted her through the Iredell Humane Society. I was interviewed and scrutinized in a way I wish many people would be prior to being allowed to conceive. She doesn't bark unless something is way wrong; smells like shampoo most of the time; sheds only lightly and respects what is mine and what is hers.

Recently, she had to have minor surgery. She has some crazy overactive gum masses that have been removed, but seem to return (though to a lesser degree). She also had a marble-sized cyst on the base of her tail. I took her in to have both removed when the gum issue became excessively large and began to consistently bleed. Poor girl!

The funny parts have been two-fold. 1) They shaved the first 1/4 of her tail, so she looks like a cross between a lion and a swiffer duster and 2) the surgery and meds have her uncharacteristically...um...gassy. She is so unfamiliar with this that when she farts, it startles her into jumping up and peering around to see what happened. Hysterical.....the amusement is almost, but not quite, worth the $416 bill.