Recently my usually peppy scuttle has slowed to a crawl, all due to an unwelcome bunion on my paw. And like the tail – er, tale – of your oversized Paul Bunyan, my paw bunion has appeared quite massive to me! Nothing sits a rat on its rump quite like a painful paw.
I grinned and bore it – with the cheesiest of grins, of course – until my “bore” could take no more. I limped and hopped around like a kangaroo rat and was content to let that continue, because it is well known that I do not like veterinarians! Then one day last week, those hops got the pawtention of my human family’s cat, and I escaped being clutched in his claws by the skin of my incisors! Whew!
I’m now back from a visit to the pawdiatrist, hoping the in-office pawcedure she did will be enough to keep my paw bunion at bay. Because unlike the tall tale of your good-natured lumberjack, there’s nothing good about this little pain in my tail!
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob
