During a conversation here in the New Proofreaders’ Cave, deep in the bowels of one of the glorious metropolitan skyscrapers in fabulous downtown Salt Lake City:
“I feel so guilty about taking my dog’s Valium…”
Hey, whatever gets you through the day, right?
I guess that’s better than sniffing his dog’s butt or drinking out of toilets.
I want to know how the dog got a prescription in the first place. How does a dog tell you that he’s feeling anxiety?