Well Amigos, as you know The Red Man tries to focus on the positives and rarely is the bearer of bad news but unfortunately the dog days of summer have not been kind to the familia (which is Spanish for family) at Casa de Canterbury and he feels compelled to prepare his followers in cyberspace for a catastrophe.
Yes, this past week Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea developed a slight limp in her right leg and the old woman Slow who Pretty calls the Hypo Homo and who fancies herself a medical guru of some sort decided it must be arthritis and increased the dosage on the Rimadyl all-purpose cure-all.
To make a long story short, a visit to Hottie Doc’s and then someone called Uncle Collin Gist proved Slow was wrong and TBO Chelsea has a tumor in her bone and her days are numbered. Well, I guess all of our days are numbered, but her numbers are low. Shit house mouse. Who’s in charge here?
Chelsea taking a Personal Heat Treatment
Outside at Casa de Canterbury today
(she’s a wonder hopping around on those three good legs – I’ll give her that)
TBO Chelsea and her BFF Spike relaxing tonight
(they bonded a long time ago)
So Sports Fans, this is how the tennis ball bounces around here this past week, and we’ll try to keep you updated on further happenings. No news is good news, if you catch my drift. Sorry to bring you down, but misery truly does love company.
Clearly all’s not ending well which just goes to prove The Red Man’s theory of nothing good comes from an odd-numbered year, as any fool can see. Ah can see, as Granny Selma used to say when she had her right mind.
Get me outta here Percy…all this crying and carrying on makes me need a Happy Pill before I go to bed tonight. Stay tuned.