Amen, brother.

Amok, Amok, Amok

I had to give Keiko doggie painkillers because – in a burst of Karma – she tripped in one of the holes she dug in the back yard and hurt her back. Unfortunately, you would have thought I gave the poor girl LSD. She was walking up to me, staring into my eyes with that look of, “you see them, right?” and running around the living room chasing the imaginary “things” she (and only she) could see.  This went on all night long for the entire 8 hours or so that the medicine was in her system. [We’ll be finding her a new doggy Rx today.]

100 lbs. of hallucinating Akita running amok is a bit much. Of course, she got the other three convinced that there were invaders that needed to be dealt with that they just were having trouble finding... they just needed to follow her lead. So they did. Follow her. All. Night. Long. Wherever her little acid trip took her, the wagon train from Hell went right along behind her, all 450 pounds of it. 

Insult to Injury...

My Hip Hurts!

Insult to injury, an object lesson. Or, what happens if one takes 4 large dogs to the vet against their will and then tangles with a grapefruit tree in her living room. Sigh. 

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