Sadly, during his heartworm treatment, Iggy went country.
Wormy Heart, by Iggy
I was a schnauzer
And she was my gal
Then one day she got in his truck
They drove away
She’s stayed gone to this day
And now I’m a miserable f–
Whoa there, language, Iggy!
She left me a note
And in it she wrote
The reasons she felt we must part
‘Your drinking, carousing,
‘Your barking and schnauzing
‘But mostly your cold, wormy heart.’
“Yeah. I’m a Schnauzer. We schnauze.”
You’re making that up.
“Kind of, yeah.”
Go rest in your crate. Meanwhile, I’ll call the vet and see if there’s anything he can prescribe that’ll prevent any more outbursts of country, because that was terrifying just now.
6 thoughts on “Iggy suffers an unforeseen, tragic side effect.”
I like the song…, specially the Schnauze part … but I have to ponder about that f- … it’s not what my mom can say 37 times in one sentence… or is it?
It’s my first word, my last word, my every word. 🙂
Clearly Iggy is on the mend…maybe the Grand Old Opry is in his future?
Don’t give him ideas. He’ll steal my car and drive to Nashville.
🙂 and lots of LOL, that’s all I got!