Purple Nose Syndrome

Last year my mom took me to the veterinarian's office because the whole end of my nose was a bright purple. "It's a fungus," he said and he went on to say that the cure was worse than the disease and not to worry about it. He was a quack! A couple of weeks later I went to my canine groomer and after my bath, she picked all the purple stuff off my nose and she showed it to my mom. I could almost see a light bulb go off her head when Mom made the connection that the matted stuff from my nose was exactly the same color as her new chenille bathrobe. I know she figured it out because when we got back home again, Mom washed that bathrobe a zillion times. It made a difference but I can still find a purple dust bunny under the bed once in a great while. Mostly, though, the dust bunnies are bland colored and they're not nearly as much fun to chase as the purple ones. Whenever I sniff them out, sure enough, the next day my mom picks my nose as if I were a baby or something. How embarrassing! Then she clucks like a duck saying it's time to vacuum again. ©