February 9, 2020

White Dog just sighed. "There was nothing that will kill her, right?"

Steve was in the kitchen after dinner getting White Dog Army pills ready for distribution when a crash and "YIPE!" sent him running to discovery somehow Bella had been shut out on the sunporch and was stumbling around trying to find a way in. He opened the door, pushed Bella inside and turned around to discover Bailey in the Kitchen front legs on the counter.

His "DOWN! NOW!" was too late. She pulled the plate of pills wrapped in cream cheese to the floor and quickly gobbled them down. She looked up surprised as Steve grabbed her by the collar and led her into me. "Guess who just helped herself to every pup's after dinner meds?"

In response to exactly what she got, Steve rattled off the list as Bai lay at my feet calmly licking her paws. "Everybody's probiotic. White Dog's traumeel supplement. Tiz's gabapentin. Opal's thyroid med. And Roman's doxy. She did not get Roman's trazedone, I had not gotten that far yet."

Bailey belched and I looked at her. "With her size and weight I do not think a single dose of any of these will harm her. She may be sleepier than normal because of the gabapentin and traumeel. And she might have an upset tummy from all those probiotics." "Or maybe she will have a REALLY healthy gut flora," Steve said in frustration.

"I hope you are not expecting her to be repentant," I said. "best I think you can hope for is that our Blue-Eyed Baby will SOME day learn that everything in the world is NOT for her snacking pleasure."