The Continuing Saga Of Trying To "Put Pupsie To Sleep"

The appointment for Pupsie's very special operation looms next week. I'm sure you will be shocked to learn that Farmer H has not been following the protocol I devised for trying to tame Pupsie. He might have spent five evenings over the past month, consciously encouraging Pupsie to take a treat, and allow petting. He has not moved the pet carrier to the location it will be needed. So Pupsie will no doubt be suspicious when it appears.

You may recall that Farmer H gave Pupsie some Benadryl. More than you'd think she would need by her supposed weight. Then a few days later, he gave Pupsie TWICE that amount of Benadryl. Pupsie looked a little out of it, but did not sleep. Did not calm down to be petted. Just walked around, glassy-eyed.

A few days ago, WITHOUT TELLING ME, Farmer H gave Pupsie a "sleep aid."

"The pharmacist give it to me."

"Wait! Are you taking a sleep aid?"

"No. It's for Pupsie. He said it should work. But I couldn't see no difference. I plan to stop by the vet office and ask again for something to give her. Or we'll have to cancel the appointment."

Monday afternoon, Farmer H sent me a text:

"The vet said to give Pupsie 90 mg of melatonin. I'll have to get some, and see what it does. The vet said to give it a couple hours before I need her to be loaded up."

"So you'll practice giving it to her, and sit around watching to see if she falls asleep somewhere?"

"Yeah. The vet said maybe pet her, and she'll wake up with me petting her, and see that it's all right."

"Did you tell them she might bite? Like when you 'pulled her tail' while petting her the other night, and she snapped at you?"

"Yeah. They said if I can get her there in a crate, they can give her something so she's calm."

We'll see how it goes. Pupsie REALLY needs her very special operation.