Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Forget Prozac, I need Vodka
Oh Sigh, and for those who know me, you know that is a polite way to say @#*%$#. Well I guess walking Roaree did not correct the peeing problem. At 2 am today, I was awaken to Roaree peeing on me. I thought I was dreaming it since I was so anxious about the whole thing. But nooooooooooooooo I wasn't. I told Richard that's it, outside. So this afternoon Richard put him out for two hours and of course he came back for the "good life". Richard has a soft spot for him and its going to be a long haul moving him outside or partime outside. But if he does not stop peeing, then outside will be the least of his problems. So now I think I will flush the Prozac and open up the grey goose!