And you can’t even see the worst of it, as that is taken under the bad bathroom light. I do not wish to look at it too closely in the daylight. Vampire hair!
Anyway I am trying to distract myself as Mr. T is singing a song about heartworm to the Black Dog. Every so often the Black Dog glances at me piteously. But you know my songs are worse, Black Dog! Unless … unless you want me to chime in with a duet? This confirms my suspicions that the Black Dog is going deaf.
(“You get the injection … you don’t need the tabLET! Wormy wormy heartWORM! No worms in your heart! Because you get the injecSHUN! You don’t need the tabLET!”)