Trazadone must be a hell of a drug. Yesterday morning I fed Harley a little bit and gave her the meds as prescribed. About an hour later I let the dogs out into the yard. She walked to the back of the yard and went potty. Then she walked around the far side of the pool and just flopped down on the concrete. Ziggy likes to lay there where it's warm and a couple dogs we used to have would lay there but I had never seen Harley do it. It was like she just ran out of gas and melted down onto the sunny spot.
I had to go get her up on her feet and with a finger hooked under the cone, walked her to the house where she promptly curled up in one of the dog beds and went to sleep.
When those pills kicked in, they really kicked in.
I had to go get her up on her feet and with a finger hooked under the cone, walked her to the house where she promptly curled up in one of the dog beds and went to sleep.
When those pills kicked in, they really kicked in.
“If you are the smartest person in the room, then you are in the wrong room.” — Confucius