I had to take Bronson in for some dental work that involved them doping him up. I had a total panic attack in the waiting room because they wouldn’t let me go back with him.
Afterwards I took him out for ice cream. It was actually kind of funny because he was still all loopy and half stoned. But dealing with a doped up Bronson sort of freaked me out.
There was a mirror next to our table and he kept looking at himself and poking the side of his face. And whenever he would take a drink it would leak out of the side of his mouth and go down his shirt.
Then he came home and had a meltdown of epic proportions. So I made him take a nap and then I looked at pictures of puppies.
Now I’m going to go clean something.
And hope that when he wakes up he’s back to normal.
I didn’t actually feel like sleeping tonight.
ETA: Bad guy caught. Also, fucking burbs.
- Bronson: Why did the rooster cross the road?
- Me: Why?
- Bronson: (sobbing) I don't knooooowww! I don't remember!!!!