The Stinker Update
Three weeks into medicating our Mad Pooper, and the only change in behavior we’ve noticed is that he may nap even MORE now. Yes, he somehow sleeps twenty-six hours a day. He continues to leave us daily “gifts” in the living room, however, and relentlessly torment his furry sister, Wayne Arnold-style.
Mr. Candy and I wonder if the vet took Matty’s, um, big-bonedness into consideration when deciding how much Kitty Prozac to give him. We are supposed to rub .05 ml — a little-wittle, teensy-weensy amount, as they say in the animal medical community — of the gel on his ear; I suspect this is akin to expecting John Goodman to get drunk off a Tropical Mango wine cooler.
If only Matty were receiving John Goodman-sized TV residuals. Then he could poop in my cereal bowl for all I cared. (Matty, not John Goodman. Okay… John Goodman, too.)