Attribution: Simon A. Eugster, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, happily reports that the keeper was at least with it enough to not heed his own advice yesterday about staying in bed in order to avoid the daily “Tin man” fallout.
Instead, he got up, dressed in his old-man uniform of slightly food-stained shirt and baggy pants and, among other things, went grocery shopping with Phyllis to replenish their supply of dark chocolate which they both ingest for mental health reasons.
Assuming the same professional health qualifications as the current worm-brained Secretary of Health, the keeper hereby identifies Kickass as “Dr. Kickass” and orders him to write a prescription for dark chocolate—with or without nuts, for everyone over the age of 50. Oh, make that 25 to include those who are still riding herd on tooth fairies and birthday candles.
(Prescription note: Do not stop taking this “medication” without consulting Dr. Kickass as unpleasant side effects may occur. Just ask Phyllis!)
