Yes, a direct shout out to one of my all-time fav songs from the Ramones, “I Wanna Be Sedated”. In fairness to our dog, I don’t think there is any member of our family who wouldn’t benefit right now from IV administration of a potent sedative. However I cannot pursue the other family members’ needs without being accused of being a child abuser or a drug addict, so I’ll stick to the dog.
In further fairness to our sweet Bailey, we adopted him from a lab rescue when he was an estimated 10 mo., so we have no idea what kind of life he led before he came to us. We actually have no idea what kind of life he leads now.
Sure, on the surface, he is let out, fed, bathed, watered and given his special Kong treat at regularly scheduled intervals. What actually occurs in his head, however is an entirely different matter. Yet, as far as I can figure, he is persecuted by some evil invisible aliens that cause him to be neurotic, paranoid, psychotic…type any one of these adjectives into a word processor, hit the thesaurus function, and you have met our dog.
When I took a precious nap the other day, Bailey wasn’t on board. In fact, he was downright perturbed that Mommy had dared to go off duty. His relentless barking and pitiful cries left me so vexed (despite my blessedly groggy state) that I seriously pondered whether he was in fact the devil incarnate.
Interrupting sleep is a severe offense in my book. The source of his particular consternation that afternoon was never identified, but his need for mental institution admission was again underscored.
Oh, my poor dog…here’s hoping for a more sedate future for the entire family, human and canine alike 🙂