Dudley, at the dog park.
The Mayor of Dudlington had a rough weekend, as he had to make a trip to the vet [grossness warning] to get an abscessed anal gland expressed. Poor Mr. Doodles did not know how to express (pun intended) to the resident Two-Legsies that he had butt distress, so there was a good week of uncharacteristic leash-pulling on walks (which in retrospect translates to: "Please hurry! I need to get away from my butt!") before some excessive licking at the affected area finally clued me in to what was going on.
Now not only is Dudley's butt back in shipshape order, but he gets unprecedented globs of peanut butter twice a day (and has yet to notice the antibiotic pills encased therein), which makes life EVEN BETTER.
As if they knew it would just be cruel to add insult to injury, his kitteh sisters welcomed him home from the vet with curious but friendly sniffs, eschewing the "Eww! You were at the STINKY PLACE!" hissing they inevitably give each other.
And Dudz is back to walking gently on the leash, right at one's side, no longer feeling the burning need to escape the stalking terror of his own ass.
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