By Peppermint Patti
JOTR Columnist
Peppermint Patti
When it comes to health insurance, Sophie, our two-legged walkers don’t have a clue.
They yammer on about “free enterprise.”
The death knell of “free medicine.”
I hear enough from my two-leggers to know they don’t get doctors for free.
No, Sophie, they pay through the sneeze holes, believe you me.
They pay the doctors.
And their doctors send them traipsing to more doctors.
They pay those doctors, too.
And all the doctors send them to drug stores.
That’s where they pay again, to the druggists.
They do that to themselves, Sophie. Think of it. All that two-legger currency paid out, for what?
We dogs have a better system, don’t we?
If I get sick, they take me to the pet doctor.
I need heartworm pills?
Back to the pet doctor.
I need a rabies shot?
Pet doctor.
Each time, my two-leggers write a money paper.
Or they show the card.
To the pet doctor.
Need your teeth cleaned?
Two-leggers go to a tooth doctor.
Me?
They take me to the same old pet doctor.
Whatever I need, I get.
Remember that old gent of a dog that used to live with me. Toby? Big black brute with a heart of gold. Well, he fell down, couldn’t get up. Very sad. I saw his eyes. He said, Patti, it’s my time, my time.
Off to the pet doctor for the Big Shot.
Same pet doctor.
Write a money paper.
One two-legger gets paid by another two legger.
Every time, same thing.
Cradle to incinerator.
My two-legger pays the doggie doc.
Know what I call that, Sophie?
Single-payer.
