This couch ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Let’s see, moving from left to right…
On Friday, Phoebe ate some CD jewel box. It seemed to be pretty tasty, but that meant I had to induce vomiting. The last time we played that game, I measured out her dose in tablespoons (while she talked of Michelangelo), which meant she had a chance to flee while I refilled. This time I loaded the full dose of H2O2 into a baster and got it all in at once. She immediately threw up her dinner along with the sharp pieces of plastic. She seems to have forgiven me.
Joey is now off his trancs. He’s doing fine and there have been no changes in his personality. He’s been sober for six days now.
Daphne is, as always, a good girl. She’s working on her sleeping and well on her way to perfecting the art of the nap.
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