On Monday I am having a Benign Fatty Tumor (BFT, not nearly as tasty as a BLT!) removed. This is my third one I've had to have popped off. This time they're going to do it with only local anesthesia because I have a ticker arrhythmia (I don't know what they're talking about--I have great rhythm!) AND because I'm real good at the vet and let them do whatever they want to me. Except look at my teeth. Then I get all shy. Though my sissy is threatening to give me sleeping gas if I don't stop singing "My lump My lump My lump, My lovely Wally lumps!" to the tune of the Black Eyed Peas' "My Humps." So, anyway, I've noticed that a number of my friends have ALSO recently had or are going to have their BFTs removed so I think we should have a club of Benign Fatty Friends! The BFFS!
Among the members are:
Scotsman Poet (and face/tongue double for my sissy!) MARVIN!
Brat Packer Bear, showing off his lumpless toes:
The Shermanator from Jackman Ave, my Partner in Chicken Backs:
And ME! WallyLump:
A devastatingly handsome collection of dogs, eh? Now we have the perfect number of members for a Barbershop quartet but I'm sure some more of you have probably tangled with BFTs and I'd be happy to add you. You may NOT, however, grow a BFT just fort he purposes of joining our club. That will just stress out your apes AND you might have to be a CONEHEAD.
Stay tuned for updates and photos of My lump My lump My lump, My lovely WALLY lumps!