November 21st 2012 1:08 pm
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Mom sat on the recliner today to have a quick time to let some migraine medication do it's work. I was quite certain that it was time to Crush Mom beyond all resistance, I mean it was time to apply some Compression Therapy. I pawed at Mom's leg until she shifted over so that I could climb on top of her. Then Sophie trotted over and stared at Mom expectantly until Mom let Sophie climb on top of her, as well.
Mom wondered if instead of receiving the ministrations of Compression Therapy; she was actually stricken with polio and was in an Iron Lung. Mom complained that with the crushing weight of over 80 plus dog pounds placed upon her, she had lost feeling in her extremities, and instead of the warmth and movements stimulating healing and blood flow, the crushing weight was causing paralysis. Mom further hypothesized that perhaps the crushing weight of 80 plus dog pounds AND all those natural vapors were causing her lungs to be incapable of breathing independently; much like the polio victims of bygone days who were forced to breath inside an iron cylinder.
Sophie and I assured Mom that we had proven qualifications to provide Compression Therapy, and if she would simply submit to our crushing, er, compression, then she would breathe better quite soon and her body would heal quickly due to our body heat, vast amounts of vaporage, and our ministrations. Mom either soon submitted, or passed out, for all too soon she was up and about her normal duties, proving that Compression Therapy IS the best natural healing method available.
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Good job Grrls. Your work, well, worked.
Either that or it was time to do mom jobs.
Yeah, wike Zoe sed, GUD WERK, wadies! I twy compwesshun ferapee on my Momma bud hur sez I 'tickle' hur. Den hur waffs an' waffs so I jump off, afore I r finished wif da sesshun :D
Sounds like you is doing very good work! ;)