Meet Molly! Say hello to everyone, Molly! *Arf!*
She's a good dog and a better friend. Unconditional love in a furry package. She is our "Princess Poopy-doo" with enough personality for a whole kennel full of dogs (or people for that matter). She is our bed-time alarm (on her schedule), door bell, canoe companion, and recently...wannabe service dog.
A few months ago, I was told to take blood pressure medicine. (Darn family history!) I am usually not one for taking pills. I would much rather go a natural route. These I don't mind because I did not realize how bad I felt until I felt good. One problem...For the life of me, I CAN NOT REMEMBER TO TAKE THE DAMN THINGS. I don't realize until I feel like crap. By then it is too late, I will feel like crap the rest of the day.
Forgetfulness plagues me. I spend about half my day looking for stuff that I just had (telephone, keys burnishing tool...etc., etc., etc. ad nausium) Yet, I can remember my address in 5th grade. Funny, how the brain works. Molly will tell me when she wants out or needs food/water. She'll tell me when someone is at the door or when the neighborhood cats are tearing up something. Recently, she has started telling me that I have forgotten my meds. I don't speak dog. I thought I did. After all, I know what she wants and needs, most of the time.
Most of the time she does it when I am working. There I will be sitting at the reel desk, usually assembling a reel after I cleaned it. She'll come over and look up at me with those big brown eyes and say, "Errrr". To which I ask if she
1. wants to go out...no potty dance so, no.
2. needs food/water...no immediate race to the bowl so, no.
at this point I see the frustration on her face. "Whatcha want girly?" She just stares at me and says, "Errrr". I can almost see the forehead palm. Most days, I eventually figure out that she wants me to go take my meds. Usually, after she surgically attaches herself to my feet as I walk through the house trying to find a clue. Once we reach the living room she alerts to the table where my blood pressure cuff is and says, "Errr, Arf".
So, to avoid feeling like crap and walking around the house looking for a clue to Molly's "Errr" I got one of these babies...
Now to remember to fill it when it comes time.