Orange Sunshine

Readers of the Misanthrope will be well acquainted with the satanic doings of the beagle known as Maggie.  Even in the depths of her evil, she is a supremely entertaining dog.

Today was a highlight, minus the evil.  The poor Magdog has been suffering from a bronchial infection and has had a persistent, hacking cough.  I took her to the vet this morning, who gave her antibiotics and something call torbutrol, a cough suppressant with "mild sedative effects."

I mushed 1/2 a tablet into a bit of doughnut and got her satanic highness to swallow it...or at least most of it.  She tried to pick the tablet out of the doughnut and just eat the doughnut.

Well, it turns out that "mild sedative" is, perhaps, a bit of an understatement.  Within minutes, Maggie was staring blissfully at one of my guitars with her lower jaw slack and her rear legs splayed.  I swear I heard her talking to Wallace about this awesome set at the Hartford Civic Center in 1982 when they played "Box/Drums/Space/Terrapin."

Easily the most entertaining thing I've watched in weeks.  I've got to do some experimenting to see how many of these pills I need to take.

Let's see, I'm about 9 times Maggie's size....