Dog Depression

Major, The Chick Magnet

I’m taking a break from radiation and chemo-therapy until mid January since things are proceeding as planned and was wondering what to do with my spare time, when Wifey-Poo informed me that she could use my help with the dog, Major.

Major is a combination German Shepherd-Collie mix that should have his own Hollywood Agent.  He’s big (about 100 lbs.), smart, and has  a demeanor that lets everyone know if Wifey-Poo is upset about something, that’s an invitation to an ass-whuppin’.  He is so handsome that his nickname in our part of town is The Chick Magnet.  And he proves it every day.

It turns out Major had a severe skin rash that would not stop, so like any true Hollywood Dog, he was taken to a Hollywood Dog Dermatologist, who prescribed five different oral medications, but included 45 days of allergy injections as well.  So we had to learn how to inject Major with hypodermic needles.

The instructions decribed very carefully how to properly inject the dosage, but included;  during the first two hours after injection, please watch the dog for signs of depression.  After the injection, Wifey-Poo was off to work, and my instructions were quite clear.  Watch for signs of depression.

After the first hour, I reported in with the following:   Major caught smothering his dry food with Wild Turkey 101 Proof bourbon…

After the second hour, I reported in with the following:   Found a crack pipe under Major’s bed…

When Wifey-Poo called later in the afternoon to check on Major, I reluctantly informed her that he got busted pushing Crystal-Meth to the other dogs on the beach.  Intent to distribute carries a minimum 5 years in Virginia, so we’re looking for Counsel presently…

Please be careful with dog injections, they can suddenly turn.

Until next time,

Jeff-Bo-Bob