Most folks these days are not fortunate enough to have a Girl Friday. A lot of the younger folks have no clue as to what that means, but it’s simply someone who keeps you on track when you have a lot going on. In my case it is Shelley Fairchild.
She has been working at the paper for over 20 years now and does her best to keep me on target and remind me of meetings and places I have to be. It’s just normal for her to tell me what to do and when to do it, and that is okay.
So the other day she said, “Walmart Pharmacy called and said Fisher Brown has a prescription ready to be picked up.” They had called while I was out.
This really intrigued me in that Fisher Brown is my Boykin Spaniel. Typically, we don’t do business at Walmart so I thinking he must have called in something and needed me to pick it up. I couldn’t resist.
I went to Walmart and the lady behind the counter said, “I need to know Fisher’s birthday.” I said, “March 1999” and she said, “That would make him 23.” I said, “Oops! It was 2019.” She looked and said, “That is not right.”
I texted my wife, who gave the right answer. I looked at the lady and told her the prescription was for my dog. She laughed.
It was for Prozac.
Our house burning and our move to temporary quarters has possessed Fisher a bit, and he has gone off the deep end. It is kinda like when he runs up and down the patio with a metal bowl, banging it. There is just no reasoning with him.
Nancy called the other day and said, Come do something with your dog— he threatened to bite me.” This really is out of character for him. She proceeded to call the vet and they ordered him a little mood enhancer.
Well, I got Fisher’s Prozac and the little old lady told me I had to be counseled by the pharmacist. I am thinking, okay, I will go along with this and see what he has to say.
I get over there and the guy says, “He can take one pill a day,” and that was about the extent of my counseling. I am thinking, you called me over for this? Then he asked if I had any questions. I asked, “What if Fisher starts shaking and then starts convulsing?” He said, “He weighs 50 pounds so it will not affect him like that.” He did not see the humor nor did the little old lady.
I took the Prozac home and started thinking, maybe Fisher and I should share the Prozac. After all, this has been a traumatic experience for all of us. I didn’t.
But I was concerned about Fisher walking around like a zombie and I wasn’t sure how good I was about that either. That was, until he broke and ran for the highway Sunday in the pouring rain. One time he came back and jumped spread eagle into one of the ponds that had collected in the front yard.
He was in time out for the rest of the day, and Mom was walking around me mouthing him—maybe I should give her the Prozac.
