One night after a particularly spicy dinner, I found that I needed some help in the stomach acid department, as in a reduction thereof. I went to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and began to rummage through the products kept there.
My middle gal was playing with the dog in the kitchen and saw me fumbling with the package of acid reducer tablets. They were housed in the nearly impenetrable blister pack; solid Plexiglas to view the tablet, the back encased in plastic covered by sixteen gauge stainless steel, and all of it as slick as possum gravy.
My ever-helpful lass noticed my struggle and asked what I was getting. “Heartburn medicine…” was my reply.
“Didn’t Mom do that earlier?”
“Never mind, I’ll get it for you…”
“Thanks!” I replied, drying my hands off.
I turned away for a second and when I turned back around, I saw my dear, sweet daughter about to feed my acid reducer to the dog! As a matter of fact, the little pink tongue of our Pomeranian was unfurling in slow motion to accept the treat from her beloved master.
A fraction of a second before the pup’s tongue touched my over-the-counter medication; I snatched it from my girl’s fingers.
“What are you!?...That’s my medicine!”
She burst out laughing, nearly uncontrollably, and I couldn’t help but join her, tentatively.
When she gained a measure of composure, she managed to choke out haltingly, “I thought you said ‘heartworm medicine’!”
Well, that was just it. We all laughed and laughed, and her cryptic statement from earlier about Mom blah blah blah made perfect sense.
So dear readers, please enunciate very, very clearly anytime the words “burn” and “worm” are used. You may get something you don’t want.
Or your dog might.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Posted by aA at 11:09 AM