The Puppy Weighs 3 Lbs

Things are sort of quiet so I wander out my office to check on Mel and the puppy.

“How’s the p-o-o-o-o-p-y” I asked, drawing out the word just to be funny.
“You mean this fell out of your butt?” referring to the puppy quietly sitting in her lap.
“Yeah, cute huh?”
“She’s actually smaller than some I’ve seen. I do work in a nursing home you know.”
“Larger than the puppy? No way!”
“Oh yeah, you’d be suprised about the human capacity.” Mel held her hands apart to indicate the size… like when you describe the fish that got away.
My eyes widened. “Oh, gross.”
“Yeah, I had to carry it down the hall to show my co-workers at the nurses station.”
“You didn’t!”
“Uh, huh. I told them to call the Smithsonian, it was ‘hall of fame’ material for sure.”
“Man, that’s nasty.”
She shrugged. “It’s the job.”

2 thoughts on “The Puppy Weighs 3 Lbs

  1. I love the picture of Thilde in a sock. What other retro-fitted lingerie is she planning on wearing and when can we see the pix?

  2. Ew.<br><br>Actually, my mother was a nurse so we used to hear some interesting stories not unlike the little exchange above. Mostly they weren’t gross, though. Just – funny. Or strange. Or sad, sometimes.

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