Wednesday, February 14, 2007

I have to share a story from the other night that only good "Dog People" would understand. The Dogs & I were enjoying a lazy evening...them lounging, me catching up with The L Word. Sherman was laying on the floor right below me, I was stretched out on the couch above him, Lola was curled in a teeny ball, snuggled in beside me & Penny was on her favorite loveseat.

So the show finishes up & I reach down to give Sherman a scratch and ask him if he wants to go outside before bed. As I'm scratching his favorite spot in the middle of his chest, right between his front legs...I feel a very large growth. It's huge. My heart stops and I feel faint. All I can think is that a giant tumor grew on him overnight & we're looking at the big C. I'm on the verge of tears & I say "Shermie???" and he rolls over, grumbles & I realize...I'm at the wrong end!!!! To quote Scotty..."Ewww! You were touching his WEINER!".

Yes...I thought Sherman's weiner was a tumor.

Speaking of weiners...I thought I would show everyone what a walk with Sherman is like.

"First stop...Shauna's. Lots of stinky smells there".

"Ah Ha...a new mound of fresh snow!"


"Hurry Mom! We're almost to my favorite tree!!"

"Hmmm...Taz must have skipped the tree today. Let's move on."

Yinz guys get the point. I could have taken more shots of Sherman's favorite past time, but the neighbor's were starting to look at me funny.

But it's so fun to see a 10 year old Sherman still get the zoomies from fresh snow!!

The famous line from Kindergarten Cop takes on a whole new meaning with me now, though.

Detective John Kimble: I have a headache.

Lowell: It might be a tumor.

Detective John Kimble: It's not a tumor!

Thank goodness!