Thursday, November 08, 2007

Puppy Prozac

Well, great.

The dog is apparently suffering from “separation anxiety,” which according to the vet is not all that uncommon for a “high-strung” breed like the Airedale. The kids never even went through any significant periods of separation anxiety.

And now we’re going to have a dog on Prozac.

I mean seriously. What does she have to be stressed about? Her job doesn’t involve meeting state and federal guidelines or saving lives. She is not responsible for any other being (animal, human, or otherwise). She is fed and watered without asking. She is allowed to sleep in the largest portion of the king-size bed. She doesn’t have to drive, pay taxes, or clean toilets. She can sleep the whole freaking day away if she so chooses.

But noooooooo. Now we have a 50-pound terrier with a canine psychological complex. Just as we’re heading into the holidays and getting ready to move. So whatever. But if she doesn’t get herself straightened out, she best keep an eye on her happy pills. Or the mama may just be sneaking some.

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