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Stampede: Dr. Dustin's magic meatballs
This dog owner enjoyed his leftover Italian food a little too much.


'I was jumping over fences'

"Let me tell you somethin', Doc. Them pain pills you gave Gator work!" Butchee told me. "I ran around the farm yesterday like a little kid. I was jumping over fences and my back feels better than it has in years. I couldn't figure out why I felt so good." Apparently, he'd felt so good he'd even won an arm wrestling match with a twentysomething guy down at the gym.

"Yeah, I ate that pill and then the missus forgot all about 'em until this morning when she remembered Doc Dustin had given them to her," he said. "She looked high and low for those meatballs and then asked me if I'd seen them. When I told her I ate 'em all, she just started laughing and asked if one of 'em tasted funny. You reckon that pill's gonna have any bad effects on me?"

I could tell this was a trick question. If I told Butchee that the pill wouldn't hurt him, he'd take them himself. He had been a little too happy about his pain-free life on Tuesday for me to believe that Gator would see another pill.

'Have you had the urge to hike your leg?'

I decided to use farmer logic. I raised one eyebrow and replied, "Have you had the urge to hike your leg when you pee? Have you felt like lapping up water with your tongue? Do you feel like you'd rather ride in the bed of the pickup than the cab?"

He got a far-away, thoughtful look on his face and replied, "Nope."

"Well, I guess you didn't get enough in that one pill," I said. "But if you take any more, you might start feeling those symptoms." I kept a straight face and left that one hiked eyebrow hanging.

"Are you kiddin' with me, Doc? Is that why they're dog pills? You mean to tell me that if I took another one today I might start acting like a dog? I guess they are dog pills. Good thing I talked to you. I felt so good yesterday, I almost took another one."

I don't know if he believed me or not. He kept looking at me to see if he could read my expression. I do know that Gator got the rest of the pills. And I know that every time I see Butchee, he wants to know if I was kidding with him or telling the truth. I love this job.

Dr. Brock owns Brock Veterinary Clinic in Lamesa, Texas.

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