HE didn't

That night when I took my shower I found the tiny pill in my bra.
I hope I Never find out what happens if he gets a hold of a pill. He is such a baby, I have to watch him constantly. He is three years old now, he should have outgrown some of this.
Every morning I wake Daine up with a different description of his dog. Yesterday it was "Daine wake up, the alligator needs to go out." ( I go out with him, its our exercise regime) This morning it was, "Daine wake up! the french fried sea biscuit needs to go out."
Sherman rang the bell to go out late into the night. I told him after nine he had to put a cork in it. I had a surprise this morning on the carpet. When a person walks this silly dog five times before bed you think he would be finished!
Apparently he meant it when he rang the bell. Sometimes I Think its emotional black mail and he just wants to go out and sniff everything.

Welbutrin

Sherman had a welbutrin today. I dropped it when I was loading my little pill holder. The pills are so tiny, SOOO tiny that I can barely hold them in my large size hands.
I wasn't sure he had eaten it, I had dropped it. I got down on the floor as much as this hurts me, and looked for it eye level. I couldn't find it, I thought maybe I had dropped it in the sink, they desolve fast in water. I HOPED.
a few moments later I heard Sherman throwing up. I ran into the bedroom to check on him. It was just stomach bile, so it looked, but it occurred to me that it was probably the pill and he would probably be fine. I looked it up online, all I could find is that a welbutrin pill wont hurt a dog, I don't see how that could be as they could hurt a human.
He hasn't seemed any different to me. IF I had any money I would have run him to the vet, but our vets wont see a dog without cash in hand. I guess I don't blame them, but if I ever have an emergency, my dog is dead and I dread that. I love my dog, why should only the wealthy be able to have pets? DAMMIT.
I am hoping that there will be no life threatening effects later. He is eating and drinking like normal. I know I worry, but I don't want to lose him.

12202 We are lazy

My generation has loved and lost. Now we just want to play without emotional consequences. We learned somewhere along the way that relationships take work, and we don't like work. As retirement looms ahead, we find we don't have anyone permanent to share those alone times with. I call this the aloof years. I never chase men, but if I don't make a really big effort, they don't even attempt to engage me in conversation. The only time the old duffers really perk up is if someone too young for them walks by. JEEZ talk about fantasy world.
Here I am, fifty something and fluffy. I am becoming odd in my aloneness, set in my ways expectant of honesty and dependability. I have no idea if I will ever find it. I see myself, living alone with my cats and old movies on VHS. Maybe a scotch and coke once in awhile, but I will never go out, because I am night blind, have no sense of direction and am easily tired. FREEK I don't like the looks of this, I have to think of a better life for me in my old age.