Update on Princess Bed Hog...

I told M at the supper table last night that I was going to make Gracie move if she starts hogging the bed. Gracie was at my feet...looking like I hurt her feelings. Well, she must have been a little teed off last night because she didn't even come into my room at all. Sensitive little snoot. But I slept like a baby.

But as I write, that sensitive little snoot is at the vet. Contrary to her normal princess-like characteristics...she's a pig. No...she's a hog. She won't get near anyone except if they have food in their hands...then she's your best friend. Crazy dog. Anyhoo...this morning, I wrapped a little left-over hamburger patty around a Phenobarbitol pill and reached down to give it to Daisy (my little blue chi-chi with a recent onset of seizure disorder) and the Pig Princess grabs it out of my hand and swallows it down in one gulp. Stupid dog. It happened so friggin fast. So I took her to the vet so they could watch her today for me. I don't know what too high levels of Phenobarbitol does. I would have to be committed to some kind of institution if I had to come home and deal with another seizure like the other day. So tomorrow I will start picking Daisy up and holding her until she takes her pill...so the Pig Princess doesn't get anymore Phenobarbitol.