The Brews Brothers took a trip to the vet this morning :(
Nothing serious, Porter was due for his shots and, well, the rest may be a little "personal" in nature...
The vet was extremely impressed with Porter's muscle tone and teeth. Not bad for a 7 year old dog!
When John mentioned it was because of all the raw bones he eats, we had to listen to the anti-raw speech :(
"Hey mister, leave my butt out of this!"
I asked the vet about Porter's change in, umm, poop. Let's just say there was some "expressing" in the back room...
Stout couldn't make eye contact after his trip to the back room.
And then it was Stout's turn...
He still doesn't want to talk about it.
Stout needed a little cuddle time after being "violated."
Stout had his corgi "package" examined. There has been some discharge, and then there was licking, and now there's one sore little "weenis."
It was traumatizing for all of us. While Stout had to endure the cleaning & inspecting, John and I had to endure the vet telling us about it. Which included gestures toward his own "weenis." Numerous times.
So one corgi came home with a sore butt. And the other corgi came home with a sore weener.
And both want to forget this day ever happened.