BB Bo

My wonderful, trusty sidekick, Mr. Bojangles, gracefully tripped while jumping out of the back seat of my Pathfinder, crashing hard on his right front shoulder. He yelped a razor sharp, "Yiiipppeeee." Lying on the ground, holding his leg stiff and high, Bojangles pleaded, "Vet, vet." So I picked him  up, and Pat and I took Bo to the vet, where he got a thorough check-up. 

The only anomaly on the x-ray was a small bright spot. "What's that small bright spot?" I asked. 

"Why, that's a BB," said the vet. 

"A BB? Someone shot my dog?!?" 

"It happened a long time ago. We see dogs with BB's in them all of the time," chuckled the vet. Pat and I looked at each other, both too shocked  by the vet's flippancy to consider the exorbitance of the vet fee and the forthcoming BB Rebozo jokes.