Mom has been by this afternoon to bring Maggie's flea treatment and her heartworm medicine. It is the most hilarious moment trying to get Maggie to sit still long enough to put her flea medicine on. My mother has little to no patience with hyperactive little dogs. I couldn't help but glean the most enjoyment of mom growing exasperated as we tried to put on that Frontline.
"Your dog needs risperdal," Mom said of my medications for my schizophrenia which are extremely sedating.
"She just loves you and gets excited when you come over," I replied as my face flushed with a smile.
Maggie reacts totally different to my mother coming over rather than my father. I guess she can sense his no nonsense attitude. It was the same with us kids growing up. You could always argue with my mother and she would argue back like a child. You didn't dare do this with my father or you got whipped with a switch that you would have to go pick off of the bush yourself.