What needed to be done suddenly became very clear to me: I needed to fight to win back Ma and Sister's undivided attention. And that's what I did. And let me tell you, I held nothing back in my quest. Here's what I did:
- I managed to will myself into having a bad belly which resulted in no less than two trips to the vet, countless peanut butter and pill sandwiches, two messes inside the house (the less said about those the better), a few midnight trips outside to do business, a number of meals augmented with rice (sadly no chicken), and a switch over to a new prescription kibble mix that is way tastier than the food I've eaten all my life.
- I managed to force myself into having an allergic reaction to a new flea, tick, and mosquito treatment which resulted in another two trips to the vet, twenty four hours of howling, crying, and scratching because I was so uncomfortable, a dose of doggy Benadryl which failed to take the edge off the itchiness and instead made me even more hyper and super thirsty, and a bath to wash off the remaining treatment. And if all that wasn't bad enough, the technician at the vet's office "accidentally" tried to send me home with some cheap costume jewelry (a tacky rope leash) rather than with my bling (a stylish black collar, shiny metal chain, and a leather leash). What nerve!
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