A client brought a litter of golden retriever puppies to my veterinary clinic
for inoculations and worming. As the look-alike pups squirmed over and under
one another in their box, I realized it would be difficult to tell the treated
ones from the rest. I turned on the water faucet, wet my fingers, and
moistened each dog's head when I had finished. After the fourth puppy, I
noticed my hitherto talkative client had grown silent, As I sprinkled the last
put's head, the woman leaned forward and whispered, "I didn't know they had to
be baptized." (From Vet Press, 6/24/05)
(The Other) Len
Vacaville, CA
1967 3000 MKIII HBJ8L39031
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