Spicoli: “Yo, Mr. Nibbles, where are you, dude? Everyone’s waiting for you to bring the Hipsters back.” Mr. Nibbles: “I know, but my plan to distract them ran into a little complication.” Spicoli: “What kind of complication?”
Lulu: “So, Producer Smurf, do you have a status report?” Producer Smurf: “They finally smurfed the food, but they somehow smurfed all around the potion and left it in a puddle in the bottom of their bowls!”
Dada’s Note: A while back Chaplin got some fur along his neck ripped out, presumably during a tussle with his sister. It became slightly inflamed so the vet gave us some antiseptic to put on it, and Chaplin briefly wore a little sweater to keep him from bothering the area of lost fur. (He’s fine now.)
Lulu: “Now, the first thing we need to do is get the Hipsters out of the way so we can decorate.” Producer Smurf: “That doesn’t smurf so hard. Just smurf for them to smurf asleep and then smurf the decorations.”
Dada’s Note: These are from two separate vet visits for Chaplin (who had gotten some fur ripped out in a tussle with his sister) and Charlee (who had a brief bout of gastrointestinal upset). They are both fine, but neither was very happy about seeing the doctor.