THE LAST TWO DAYS WERE A BLUR.. I dealt with this situation entirely wrong. What happened was, I take a lot of pills, prescribed, and they are always changing the color and shape monthly. Yeterday, while trying to deal with my dog gone and presumed dead.... I took two of what i thought were Valiums, which had looked yellow and small the month before, chewed them up and they did not taste sweet like Valium... so i swallowed the last two...then thought, OH SHIT WHAT IF THESE ARE NOT THE VALIUM? Check the bottle and low and behold they are my knock out pills.... I figured I would make a few calls then take a nap, putting off the inevitable grieving. You lose something in the CIty, it never comes back... then I am awakened to call at 12:30. M. saying the police have the dog and I have to pick her up. They are holding her to keep her from going to the hell of the pound, and costing us a fortune in tickets, etc..... fell back asleep. Fifteen minutes later shecsalls me back and says, I KNEW YOU HADN'T LET YET, GO... SO I stagger up the police station and pick up my dog. They had already won them over, and I put on a good game face, and thanked them all despite barely being able to stand up, and all went well.... just when you think you have it together, something comes along to tell ya that NO, CHAOS AND THE WILL OF GOD LURK AND THEY ARE NOT ALWAYS PRETTY..
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