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Veterinarian Reviewed on December 27, 2009 by Dr. Janice Huntingford

Yee-haw, friends! I don’t know about you but I can barely bark tonight – I’ve almost ruffing lost my voice! See, last night I spent almost 45 minutes yapping non-stop at an intruder, who was trying to make his way into our home through the hot-mouth. He’s lucky it was my teeth and not the mouth that tried to stop him – his fur looked like the kind the mouth likes to swallow without chewing. And he had a lot worth chewing, let me tell you that.

Anyhow, by the time my human Sage had calmed down, I realized that he was none other than the legendary Santa Claws! That’s right, I saw him in the fur! Oh Dog, and was he ever nice. After I helped him clean up the packages he had dropped – by ripping out the insides and burying them under the rug of course – he pulled out a succulent bone for me. What a guy! While I was enjoying it, Sage helped him bring out a few other packages – I was too busy to help with those – and in no time he was gone. And so was I, out like a light.
And all I’ve done today has been chewchewchew, pee, drink, chewchew, napnapnapnap, chew. It’s a dawg’s life, bitches. And may it be so for years to come.
And so I wish you all, my furry, fuzzy friends, the finest, chewiest holiday season! I hope Santa Claws was nice to you all (and didn’t scare the beagleezus out of you!), and that you were good to you human(s).
Merry Chewsmaws, Buster

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Dr. Janice Huntingford
Janice Huntingford, DVM, has been in veterinary practice for 28 years and has founded two veterinary clinics since receiving her Doctor of Veterinary Medicine at the Ontario Veterinary College, University of Guelph. She has studied extensively in both conventional and holistic modalities. Ask Dr. Jan

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