Looks just like a normal chemist, right? Wrong. DEAD wrong.
Oh, it's straight enough upon first inspection. Walls of ointments. Shelves of balms. But walk to the far back corner and you'll find that this sleepy little suburban apothecary hides a dark black secret, a dark black secret called . . . Eddie.
I think he's probably a Pomeranian. He's one of those tiny little black fluffball things with the dinky little legs that look like they should make a di-di-di-di-di sound when they walk. He lives in a back room, behind a tiny little fence-type thing, but can be brought out upon request for a play.
I tell you, there's nothing like frolicking with a small dog to make the shame of buying hemorrhoid cream easier. read more