Our little puppy, Piper, was spayed this week. She didn’t have a great reaction to the surgery and ended up being very sick for about 24 hours, until we could get her back to the vet and get her stuffed with fluids, anti-vomiting drugs and heavy-duty painkillers.
Now that she's better, I wanted to buy her a little treat. I went to the pet store and bought her favorite thing: a hard, brown roll called a bully stick. The store only had them in the 24-inch size, so I bought it and brought it home for her.
The kids asked what, exactly, a “bully stick” is. I told them that one pet store employee responded to my similar question with, “You don’t wanna know.” I left it at that. My kids...did not.
Caroline: Jack, look at the tag. It says it’s made of bull pizzle.
Jack: What’s pizzle? Let me google it.
Silence.
Hysterical laughter.
Sidesplitting laughter from my two kids.
Jack, gasping for air: Pizzle is an old English word for PENIS!
PIPER IS EATING A BULL PENIS!
THAT’S SO FUNNY!!!!
After they told me, told my husband, texted a few friends and laughed at a very confused Piper, they settled down.
Piper started chewing on her bully stick.
And I heard Caroline say to Jack, sotto voce: That must have been a huge bull.
Ba dum bum.
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