Dief mpreg. shut UP.
Ray: Did you find out what was wrong?
Fraser: Well, yes. I did take Diefenbaker to the veternarian. I'm not sure what to make of the diagonosis, however.
Ray: *sits down, looks worried* What is it?
Fraser: It seems ... it appears to be ... *rubs eyebrow*
Ray: Spit it out already!
Fraser: Dief is ... with child.
Ray: I know I need my ears cleaned out or something here because I could *swear* you just said Dief's pregnant.
Fraser: Your ears are just fine. Although, you probably shouldn't use Q-tips to clean them, Ray. It just pushes the wax further into your ear, where it can harden and actually be a detriment to your hearing ...
Ray: Dief is PREGNANT?
Ray: How is this even POSSIBLE? He's a boy wolf, right?
Fraser: Half wolf, actually. And, it seems, under closer inspection, only half ... boy.
Ray: You got a deaf half-wolf who's a ... whatayacallit ... hermatologist?
Fraser: Hermaphrodite, Ray. Although I'm not quite sure if that's the proper term in animals. I think I may have to do a little research on the condition.
Ray: Forget the research! Oh, god, Dief is gonna have puppies? This is so fucked up. You'd think that after a coupla years with you I'd get used to the weirdness. But it just keeps on getting weirder.
Fraser: I'm sorry, Ray.
Ray: What're you apologizing for? Did *you* get Dief pregnant?
Fraser: What? NO! It just seems that Dief was in heat at some point and I, as his ... friend, did not notice.
Ray: This is not your fault, Fraser. It's like, uh, looking for penguins in the wilds of Las Vegas. You wouldn't even think of it.
Fraser: I had this assumption about myself, that I was attentive and perceptive ...
Ray: If you don't stop guilt-tripping yourself, I'm gonna kick you right in the head. There's no *possible* way you coulda seen this coming.
Dief: *whines*
Fraser: I'm terribly sorry, Diefenbaker. I shouldn't be dwelling on my own failings at this juncture. Would you like ... some ice cream?
Ray: Yeah, Dief, you want some pickles or somethin'? Maybe a ... Frase, what do pregnant dogs like?
Dief: *growls in embarrassment and goes to hide under the bed*
Fraser: It appears he just wants to be alone for a bit.
Fraser: Well, yes. I did take Diefenbaker to the veternarian. I'm not sure what to make of the diagonosis, however.
Ray: *sits down, looks worried* What is it?
Fraser: It seems ... it appears to be ... *rubs eyebrow*
Ray: Spit it out already!
Fraser: Dief is ... with child.
Ray: I know I need my ears cleaned out or something here because I could *swear* you just said Dief's pregnant.
Fraser: Your ears are just fine. Although, you probably shouldn't use Q-tips to clean them, Ray. It just pushes the wax further into your ear, where it can harden and actually be a detriment to your hearing ...
Ray: Dief is PREGNANT?
Ray: How is this even POSSIBLE? He's a boy wolf, right?
Fraser: Half wolf, actually. And, it seems, under closer inspection, only half ... boy.
Ray: You got a deaf half-wolf who's a ... whatayacallit ... hermatologist?
Fraser: Hermaphrodite, Ray. Although I'm not quite sure if that's the proper term in animals. I think I may have to do a little research on the condition.
Ray: Forget the research! Oh, god, Dief is gonna have puppies? This is so fucked up. You'd think that after a coupla years with you I'd get used to the weirdness. But it just keeps on getting weirder.
Fraser: I'm sorry, Ray.
Ray: What're you apologizing for? Did *you* get Dief pregnant?
Fraser: What? NO! It just seems that Dief was in heat at some point and I, as his ... friend, did not notice.
Ray: This is not your fault, Fraser. It's like, uh, looking for penguins in the wilds of Las Vegas. You wouldn't even think of it.
Fraser: I had this assumption about myself, that I was attentive and perceptive ...
Ray: If you don't stop guilt-tripping yourself, I'm gonna kick you right in the head. There's no *possible* way you coulda seen this coming.
Dief: *whines*
Fraser: I'm terribly sorry, Diefenbaker. I shouldn't be dwelling on my own failings at this juncture. Would you like ... some ice cream?
Ray: Yeah, Dief, you want some pickles or somethin'? Maybe a ... Frase, what do pregnant dogs like?
Dief: *growls in embarrassment and goes to hide under the bed*
Fraser: It appears he just wants to be alone for a bit.