God Help Us!

As predicted, the Red Dog is becoming more full of herself by the day. Last night she dragged a vet tech across the floor at Dr. Mitch's clinic where she had gone for a re-check, and today she has tried to jump on the couch and also charge the door upon the arrival of Tony the mailman. In addition, she seems to exhibit some anxiety as a side-effect to the Tramadol so we now have nothing to use as a sedative. The magnitude of our endeavor is slowly dawning upon us.