Yep, it’s been over an hour since my last post and Millie’s still at it.
So now I’m having ‘fix the doggy’ thoughts.
Weedkiller-flavoured raw steaks pushed through next door’s letterbox fluttered through my head about half an hour ago.
But that would be wrong so I’ve dismissed it.
I mean, it’s not Millie’s fault that her two owners are totally rubbish human beings, is it?
No, of course not.
So I need to fix the owners, not the dog.
Hmmm…
hits head against the bed headboard
I can’t do it.
I can’t come up with a way forward.
Robbed of sleep my brain is refusing to function.
Suggestions please!
B.
You don’t have to poison the dog to death, just drug it to sleep.