Luke the Wonder Dog
May 5th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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My dog takes credit for ‘diagnosing’ my brain tumor. My husband and I entered our garage together, but he jumped back. I asked what’s wrong.
“You’re kidding? The stench is unbearable.”
Late August temperatures cooked the bin used to collect the dog’s poop and the lid fell open, releasing a stink.
“I don’t smell anything.”
“That can’t be right.”
My doctor scheduled an MRI that revealed a racquetball-sized tumor between my eyes and olfactory nerve. It was operable and benign. I was lucky.
My dog reminds me at every turn that I owe him my life. He thinks he’s Lassie.
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