And when I say helping, I mean not crapping all over the floor.
Poochie is a bit of a neurotic little mutt. I had to take him to the vet last week because he suffers from such severe separation anxiety and because I'm 3 inches from suffering a nervous breakdown from coming home to a poopy peepy kitchen every day. The vet put him on Prozac.
Yeah.
So far, no progress... but I suppose like people Prozac, it will take several weeks for it to kick in. As angry as the mess and the barking and whining makes me, I feel so bad for this little guy. I know what is like to be in a panic. I know how it feels to be scared. I really hope this works because he is such a pea when he's not destroying things.
I'll leave you with a picture of my dinner from 12:45 am.
Grilled-to-tha-mutha-lovin-Cheese, son. It's been way too long.
2 comments:
OMG... (drools). I can not remember the last time I had grilled cheese. Excuse me, I have to go to the kitchen...
i'm glad poochie doing better-ish
it'll prolly take a while for it to go in full effect. IN FULL EFFECT, YO! pardon, i am in a weird, excited mood now.
also, i love grilled cheese. i don't have bread. i do have cheese. i could fry some in butter. healthy.
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