We had a stinky suspicion that Rambo had worms so we made him a doctors appointment for Monday. They needed a "fresh" POOP sample so John and I arranged that I would go home for lunch and I would be the designated DUNG collector. I would leave it for him as a gift on the "Welcome" mat. Feeling very silly for collecting FECAL MATTER I immediately called John after lunch...
Me-"You're going to be very proud of me! I left some SHIT for you at our front door!"
John-"Thanks. I'm leaving here in 20 minutes to take Rambo to the vet."
Apparently nothing we planned stuck in John's head...he threw the LINCOLN LOGS away! He forgot our entire BUSINESS plan!!! So John arrived at the vet STOOLLESS! After doing some initial testing (finding gum in Rambo's paw, realizing the pup had a 103 degree fever, and pointing out some flee dirt in this fur) they planned on doing some bloodwork. In the meantime, John had to go back to the house to dig the COLON CANNONBALLS out of the trash! Talk about adding insult to injury!!!
Regardless of the SHITTY situation, Rambo is very sick and I feel very bad for him. I despise people that abuse animals. The poor puppy has already been threw so much CRAP in his short life (we found out he's only 8 weeks old!) Some people are just cruel. I'm just happy we can provide a good home for Rambo and make it up to him for the rest of his life!
