No, I am not talking about the traditional English steamed suet pudding containing dried fruit. I really, really wish that I was. I apologize for the crass title, but seriously, how could I possibly resist? I am also painfully aware of the fact that this is the second post in the very short history of this blog to be focused on the manly bits of my dog…but hey, it is what it is.
As I began petting little man Arnie this morning, he promptly rolled over in delirious hopes of a belly rub. That’s when I noticed (e-gad!!) the four or five spots that have appeared, seemingly overnight, across his tinkle-zone! What on EARTH?
Any ideas? Some sort of doggy STD? Hound Herpes? Canine Chlamydia? I never did have “the talk” with him…what kind of mother am I??
I am soooooo not looking forward to this call to the vet’s office.
