My dogs are panting again. That is a REALLY bad sign. ‘Cause when they pant, it means pain. And lots of it.

See. When they pant and start to pace and whine and refuse to step outside and try to climb onto any surface possible.. it means that a thunderstorm is coming. And when it comes, that means sharing a twin-sized bed with two huge dogs who continuously move and stand and circle and lie down and get off and get on.. It’s dreadful.

But that’s not all. They get so scared that they tend to throw up or poop in the house. This is the painful part.

Last Thursday, I hit my head on a stubborn block of wood that insisted on staying right where it was. Since then, I’ve been in so much pain it’s unbearable. I believe I have a concussion. But my doctor’s visit was inconclusive. Anywho. Any movement makes my head throb and my vision blur and my stomach sick and my head dizzy.

Let me put it this way: it feels like someone has stuck dull, red-hot pokers into the back of my neck and shoved them up into my brain and like those pokers are spinning and twirling and mixing and mashing my brain into a mass of mush. I have crumbled to the floor with a pain so immense that I wished I was dead and I am so incredibly frigid even though I’m burning up with a fever, wrapped in two blankets and guzzling scorching hot tea.

So. Dogs.

When they get scared, and I’m home alone, I am the one who must clean up after them. Which means bending down and dealing with horrible fumes. This does not make me happy.

I came to a conclusion that I should probably give them medicine to calm their nerves. Here’s a clip (I hope it makes you laugh) from Will & Grace that (almost) describes my difficulty of getting my dogs to take their medication: [link]

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That was a message from Jenna who just stepped on my laptop. Now thanks to my cheap Dell, the mouse is wondering. It seems to really enjoy hanging out in the top, right-hand corner. *jealous about Juliet’s laptop* TT_TT

I ask that you send my two precious dogs happy and calming vibes. They certainly need them. A biscuit or treat or hamburger will also be greatly welcomed.

((If you are wondering about the title... It's from The Little Mermaid. S'when Ursula's eels get killed. She shouts out "My poopsies!" and then makes this really strange sound. The "UHN" thing...))