I much prefer this to when the pharmacists sniff at my butt at entry and then give advice on diet and nutritional supplements.
Kind of reminds me penis inspection day back in school
But that wasn’t the real penis inspector…
* Dog sniffs my butt then walks to one of those programmable phrase button mats * “Lose weight, fatso!”
“…who programmed that button?”
“speak to the Pharmacist about ozempic today”
I guess you could think this while in a shower.
I don’t listen to diet advice from my doctor, why would I listen to a dog?
advice: woof wof, wof woof wof, wooof wof.
Train them to point at ultra common smells, then scam the customer saying it means need to eat some ultra expensive supplement, but only today there’s a buy two get one free promotion
Better a sniff dog than an over-enthusiastic proctologist.
Colonoscopy was a walk in the park compared to the gastroscopy tube. That hard metal thingy made me feel like victim of the Alien.
