I was at the drug store the other day waiting for a prescription.
The Pharmacist called to me. "Mrs Allen, Gracie's prescription is ready". Nowadays, they always come and talk to you and describe the side effects and risks. I hate this as there are aways other people around who then know that you have foot rot or a pain pill habit.
" So Gracie is around 16" he said.
"Yes, I can't remember her exact birthday....around mid November"
"Has she had Valium before"
"No, but we've tried about 5 other sedatives. Nothing is working. She's jumpy and silly and thinks night is day. She's making me crazy"
"This may make her dizzy and sleepy"
"OK, I'll make her sleep on the living room floor, I don't want her coming up stairs"
"It may make her extra thirsty"
"Hmnn that could be a problem, I don't want her drinking more at night"
"Good Luck, I hope it works"
"Can I take one if it doesn't?"
And then you turn to leave and see the faces of all the people in the queue waiting for their own drugs, who now think you are a psycho mother with a bad ass daughter whose birthday you can't even remember.
When in fact, your dear old Gracie dog, who is turning 16 and has doggie Alzheimer's, has switched her days and nights and wakes me up at 4:30 every morning and barks at us when we read or watch TV, is driving us nuts. We need a little help for her to sleep through the night because I am getting agitated and worn out. And we need her to be a little calmer and less antsy during her "Arsenic Hour".
The Pharacist knew Gracie was a dog and just smiles.