Yesterday, after having used the willpower of a commando war dog, Shane fought the effects of sedation. When he came home, he collapsed for the day, eating a small meal late in the day.
This morning I thought he might be hungry and had Cameron give him some dog food with his side order of shredded cheese. Soon afterward, Shane showed up and indicated he wanted me to follow him. He led me to a box of special dog food and I gave him some, along with the cheese, on a paper plate.
I thought that would be it. But no. He started to munch and then jumped away from the plate, only approaching it again for a few sniffs. He took the plate in his mouth and emptied it on the floor, only then eating the rest of the food.
I have no idea what was going on, other than that I later noticed I had put the plate down on a runner run that was on top of berber carpeting and between them was the vacuum cleaner cord. It wasn’t plugged in, however, so my theory of electric energy sensitivity went out the window, unless some electrons stayed in the cord to play instead of running home when the vacuum was turned off.
It’s overcast and sprinkling. My muscles are aching and the aspirin bottle is nearby. It has to be a sign: Sit comfy and read. At least that’s how I choose to interpret it.