Greetings everyone; once again it is I, Chess the traumatized purebred border collie, here to delight you, and to assure you that I’m doing okay after today’s incident. You may remember me from such posts as “On A Rampage” and “The Dog And The Bottle Tree” (which was partly about me and has some relevance today) among so many others.
Here I am, hepped up on goofballs.
While the guy I live with was moving plants out of the North Border, I was standing there watching him, and I had a seizure. He came over to help, like to make sure I didn’t hit my head, and I accidentally bit him, but he said that was okay. I got dragged to the Bad Place where they checked me out, drew blood, and now I seem fine. I ate my dinner and went on my walk, just like normal, but hepped up on goofballs. (My mommy loved “The Simpsons”, in case you were wondering.)
My buddy Slipper had seizures when he went through the door to the Bad Place, and the guy I live with now thinks my episode last summer was a seizure too. (His father, a disabled vet from the Korean War, had them, too.)
So both our days were pretty much wrecked, but things seem back to normal now. I’m a lot mellower on phenobarbital, and maybe that’s a good thing all around. But, the guy I live with suggested I might post about this in case I didn’t pull through and he had to do the posts by himself. He was half freaked out and half surprisingly calm during the whole thing.
Anyway, whew, what a day. Here are some pictures of the garden he’s working on. Or, really, destroying.
I think I’ll change the subject. Maybe these pictures were already shown, but showing them again can’t hurt. This shows how naughty my buddy Slipper could be. (I’ve never been this naughty.)
And here are some details from watercolors my mommy drew. Penstemons first.
Then some columbines, or maybe I should say columbines and the flying things that visit them.
I just felt like showing these in order to lighten the mood. I think I’m okay, what with being hepped up on goofballs, and so do the people at the Bad Place, even though they stuck me with needles.
Until next time, then.