Well he didn’t exactly eat something…yet. A while back, I wrote a post about doggy Prozac and other such things, and in the post I mentioned that my beloved nutso dog Copper would probably be a candidate for some sort of anxiety pill. My mom took him to the vet the other day, and turns out, HE IS. The vet wants to put him on doggy Prozac, but naturally my anti-pill father won’t allow it. My conversation with my mom went a little like this:
Me: Prozac?! No! Didn’t you read my scathing post about doggy drugs?
Mom: Uh, no…
Me: Well, I don’t think Copper should go on drugs. It might make him…boring!
Mom: You’re on Prozac; are you boring?
Me: Point taken.
Mom: Think of it, he could be a new man!
Ugh. I really hope my dog doesn’t have to go on anti-anxiety medicine, but I’ll keep you posted.
[Posted by Mallory]
six words to change the world. 
That’s SO weird.
Agreed. I say, let him be hyper. He’s a DOG.
Take me back to…
that day
those clothes
that computer (it officially died)
that couch
that pre-medicated dog
and most importantly, that summer.
That headline with that picture made me think that he ate Walsh. I panicked for a second because frankly, I wouldn’t put it past him.
same here, madeline!!