Thunderstorm

Biscuit is afraid of thunderstorms. Some things that my mom has done to try to calm her are: putting her in a thunder coat, letting her hide in the closet, putting her in a bathroom with no windows in the bathtub, and putting her in her thunder coat in the bathroom with no windows in the bathtub.

Few of these things have worked and last week when I stopped by she had decided to sedate her. Honestly, there wasn't much difference in her personality. She just laid on the couch but instead of looking up at me with her typical glazed over stoner face, she just slept.

From my understanding, Meadow has also grown afraid of storms in her old age. Of course we worry less about Meadow since Gigi and her don't really get along. However, Meadow decided to try and fight the drugs. It was like watching a drunk baby!

Whenever you arrive at Gigi's house Meadow must find the largest stuffed animal she can and pushes it against your leg. The process of picking which stuffed animal usually takes 20-30 seconds. This day it took a good minute. And once she picked it up she kept tripping over it. She also could not wag her tail, walk, and carry the toy all at the same time. 

(Please note, neither of the dogs were harmed and drunk babies are unacceptable. There are plenty of adults who should be enjoying those cocktails! And plenty who would enjoy the pills...)