Life's Little Problems

I knew there was a good story I'd been meaning to blog. I was going through the pics from my trip to Mom and Dad's in June and found this one of Jael and Rosco, the family dog.



For the sake of this story you need to know that Rod is our landlord and Buddy is his very VERY- like at least 15 years- old dog.

My little sister Cec was talking to Jael one day while we were there and they had the following conversation.

Jael- What's that scar on Rosco's stomach? (Referring to the scar left by the removal of the family jewels, if you catch my drift)
Cec- Just a scar. (Quick dodge. Can't imagine why my 14 year old sister didn't want to explain THAT.)
Jael- Oh. Buddy has one just like it. I think it's what's keeping him alive.
Cec- Oh yeah? Why is that?
Jael- Because I asked Rod what it was and he said that if Buddy didn't have it he'd have a lot of problems.

Innocence is bliss.

Wordless Wednesday