The zombie that was Mabel's friend
has emerged from his grave yet again.
"The worst bit," says Mabel,
"is the hole 'neath his navel
through which rotted organs distend."
VET. "She doesn't get upset when we move the limb around. Nothing on the X-ray -- no breaks, dislocations, bone spurs. So it's probably a small injury she occasionally aggravates, or a mild inflammation. Have her take it easy. Especially today, because we had to sedate her to get all the angles."
DOG. *is groggy*
HINES. "Okay, honey, ready to go home?"
DOG. "Boss... I missed... the morning walk."
HINES. "Yeah, no kidding. Look, honey, we're back!"
DOG. *falls over*
HINES. *pets dog*
DOG. *staggers to feet*
DOG. *staggers toward door* "Waaaaalk. Le's go. Waaaalk."
HINES. "Honey, you can't go for a walk now. You can barely stand."
DOG. "I... still... function..."
MA. "Well, I have to get the neighbor's mail. She can come with me for that."
DOG. "See... boss... I'm... walking..."
HINES. "You can barely keep up with a woman who's just shy of seventy."
DOG. "I'm... walking... look... Boss... I'm... "
DOG. *staggers back into house, falls over*