My animal: turkey
Heart historic ‘town’
Folk ‘thunderstruck’ wild ‘turkeys’
Nonchalantly ‘traipse’ streets, lawns
‘Tasteful’ roasted eschews peeps
Photo courtesy local library . . .
Place: physician’s office (veterinarian)
My animal: pooch
Our family’s pampered pooch, a Lhasa apso, disliked her scheduled
check-ups with the veterinarian.
The moment we’d enter the physician’s waiting room she’d panic,
kick-start extreme anxiety followed by show of desire to leave the
This particular June day, after formal introductions, I handed over
the baggie I’d brought from home with my pooch’s stool sample to
a brand-new physician’s assistant.
We all were personable, each with other, and then began the wait
to see the physician.
Five minutes later the assistant re-appeared with a concerned look
on her face.
She stated she’d forgotten to tag-label poop samples of my pooch
A dilemma for certain (LOL) until I suggested she take another look.
Within the plastic baggie I’d brought in was poop with a special
It was the new assistant’s lucky day.
You couldn’t miss the pink, yellow and shades of blue within the
Lhasa apso’s specimen.