Buddy and Oliver are having a discussion after Oliver returned home from a visit to the vet day:

Buddy: “How ya doin’ kid?”
Oliver: “Okay I guess, but my things hurt.”
“No, they don’t.”
“Yes they do.”
“Your things don’t hurt because you don’t have any things.”
“Yes I do.”
“No you don’t.”
“Of course I do, they’re right…they’re right…hey, where’d my things go?”
“They’re gone.”
“Where’d they go? I just had ’em!”
“It happened to me too. Went to the vet, fell asleep and when I woke up, POOF! my things were gone.”
“How is that possible?”
“I dunno but it happened.”
“Do they know about this?”
“Mom and Dad? I think so.”
“Why haven’t they done something about it?”
“Like what?”
“Get ’em back, that’s what! They were mine!”
“You’re not going to get them back.”
“Why not?”
“B’cuz I think Mom and Dad are in on it.”
“They have them?”
“Either that or the vet does.”
“Why would they want them?”
[silence] “I’m getting them back.”
“And just how are you going to do that?”
“Next time I’m at the vet, I’ll look for them and when I find them I’ll get them back. You want yours too?”
“I did at one time but after a while…it’s not that important anymore.”
“Well, mine are important to me. I’m studly.”
“No, you were studly. You aren’t anymore.”
“I’m not a sissy!”
“No, you’re not a sissy but you aren’t studly either.”
“Same thing.”
“Not really. You think I’m a sissy?”
“Well, no but…”
“No, but what?”
“You’re old.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Explain it to me.”
“After a certain age…you know…your things…don’t…”
“Don’t what?”
“You don’t care about ’em like you do when you’re young, like me.”
“Why do you suppose that is?”
“I don’t know, they just don’t. I think it’s sad.”
“What’s sad?”
“That you don’t care about…things.”
“You’ve got a lot to learn, kid.”
“And who’s going to teach me? You?”
“You should be so lucky.”
“I know just as much as you do, old man.”
“You think so? I’m not the one locked in a cage.”
“It’s not a cage, it’s a kennel.”
“You say potato, I say po-tah-to.”
“Hey, where are you going?”
“Anywhere I want to. You, on the other hand…”
“Come back! I want to talk some more!”
“I’m getting to old for this crap.”
“I’m sorry I called you old!”
“Not yet you’re not but you will be.”


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Joyce Ellis is the CEO and Caretaker of WarmFuzzy's Animal Shelter & Sanctuary. She was born with the vision, the Energizer Bunny who keeps going and going. She is Fuzzy1 of all WarmFuzzy's.

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