Oris George

Nothin’ in his noggin’

At least that’s what the Doctor said when they did a Cat Scan – his Lab Work is taking longer though. He refused to see the Black Lab, so they went to find a Yellow Lab and he turned out to be a Golden Retriever, shook his head sadly and said, “I’ve met this nut before… Not a thing in there to retrieve.”

Perfect Impressions (Cat Scans) by Kristie Jackson Schibbelhute

So, the Doctor checked him out, reattached his leash and gave Patsy a tighter reign on the choke strap, so she could keep him behaving himself. Guess they’re gonna have to kick the tires and check the fluids a little more often. One nurse said, “Well, O, once you get this many miles on a body, you expect it to put out a little more gas, creak and grown a little more on the corners, and run a little slower when you’re traveling the Back Roads. Just be sure to stop a little more often in the shade for a break now and then, you’ll be fine.”

So, now about that Cat Scan… I wonder if anyone has found ole “Ripper” yet. After that scan he left the hospital so fast he left his mouse behind.