“I gave her the pill but don’t forget to give the dog her medicine or she’ll have a seizure!” were the last words hubby said to me before he left the country.
Well, guess what? The dog had two seizures because hubby must not have seen the dog actually swallow the pill! That meant, my entire clan was up from the frenetic pacing of the foaming dog, as she galloped past with her horrendously foul sissy smell.
But that’s okay, because I was able to do the laundry, wash the floors, let the dog out and get a couple late night hours just cleaning, instead of trying to sleep off the explosive d that comes every time I move.