This post commemorates Bubby‘s “jellybeans.” To fully honor the jellybeans this story must be shared.
Bubby was…say…a couple months old. I brought him in for his second and third set of shots. My friends had told me about this great vet that was extremely affordable. The extremely affordable vet had retired and spent his time educating his patient’s owners about dog care. The vet offered the best shots packages around.
I handed Bubby to the vet. The vet inspected him…and inspected him…and inspected him. And remarked, “Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm….” continuously. The vet was particularly fascinated by Bubby’s genital region. “Uh…I’m looking for…uh…well…” The vet looked up as if startled that I was actually listening.
“They should…uh…get about the size of jellybeans. Right now, they are the size of chick-peas. But they should get about the size of jellybeans. You said he was…how old? Hmmm. Hmmm…Hmmmmm.” The vet was so shocked at the lack of puppy testicles that he couldn’t hide his surprise.
Don’t worry. Bubby’s testicles grew and grew to the size of jellybeans. And then the jellybeans were removed. Poor puppy, spending all that time growing jellybeans and then- in less than a few hours- surprise! No more jellybeans!



December 8th, 2008 at 1:57 am
Ha ha! Poor Bubby!!! I hope he has fully recovered from the tramatic experience:)