I thought this was an exciting moment. Remember Dudley?
From 32 pounds to….da da dum…. 26.5! We are on our way!
I went into the room to congratulate the owners, an older couple. The man looked less than impressed, but the wife was thrilled. After a little bit of casual digging, it became pretty obvious that he was the source of the ham-sneaking, and the Missus had finally laid down the law. She was glowing at her success.
As they were leaving, we revisited the idea of a dental cleaning, as well as a repair of Dudley’s severely stenotic nares.
“Do we really need to do that?” asked the Mister. “He’s seven and has been fine so far.”
I demonstrated my new favorite trick, pinching my nose partly shut and breathing in. I look stupid but it is quite effective, especially when I invite skeptical clients to play along. The Missus, of course, tried it and was immediately contrite.
As they were leaving, the Mister (who did not participate in my demonstration) said, “We’ll think about it.”
The Missus waited a beat, leaned over and whispered, “We’ll do it.”
Dudley, looks like things are looking up!