When we last left the boys one or both of them had managed to clamber up onto my desk where they discovered and consumed several Lisinoprils and a handful of doggy antibiotics. Obviously these were gateway drugs because yesterday one or both of them managed to clamber up onto some metal bins, launch him/themself onto a bookcase and pull down one of mrs tboggs travel bags where, what to their wondering eyes should appear, but a package of Nyquil capsules which, I hasten to point out, contain Acetaminophen which is highly toxic to dogs. They managed to squeeze out two capsules from the blister-pack and, as the “gangstas” say, popped a few caps, only not in someone’s ass. Fortunately the taste must have been horrible (and this to animals that eat cat poop…think about that next time you have take the nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, fever sweet oblivion medication ) and most of the liquid was on the floor and still in the blister pack.

At this point I don’t know if they are becoming stoners, in which case I should rename them Cheech & Chong. Or they’re suicidal, in which case I’ll rename them Sylvia & Plath.

I shudder to think what will happen when they find the meth lab in the nursery.

Here they are still alive and breathing. For now.

(Wembley photo credit: L&T Casey)