To keep from crying
You know, I thought I might be having a craptastic day--I wasn't sure, I thought maybe it might just be merely bad-ish-- but then the vet's office called and wanted to know what I wanted to do with Flo's body. Yeah, that would be my dog who died. TEN MONTHS AGO. Apparently, there was a mixup on the chart and Flo's been on ice since then. A Flo Popsicle if you will. A PUPSICLE. c'mon, are you kidding me?
I actually couldn't answer at first. I told her I couldn't talk and that I'd have to call her back. I know she thought I was crying, but seriously: A pupsicle. I'm still laughing. Jesus. Poor Flo.
6 comments:
Oh my GOD. Okay, I admit it. I laughed too. I mean, it's kind of horrifying that they could make that kind of mix-up. But...pupsicle.
baaawaaahaahaa! You have got to be kidding me? so are you thinking of having her stuffed?
I laughed too...even though that's crazy...poor Flo...CES
(snicker)
Apparently there's just no dignity in death, anymore.
RIP Flo.
speechless.
Poor Flo.
You know this pops up right next to the twitter about you picking up Mr.B.
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