Kathy’s dog, Arthur, had a cyst removed yesterday. The vet prescribed him post-op antibiotics and pain killers. I (stupidly) left the pills on the kitchen table this evening before hitting an event.
When I returned, one of the pain killers was gone and the bottle of antibiotics were open.
ME: “Mom, who’s been taking these pills?”
KATHY: “Well, I took them.”
ME: “But they’re Arthur’s pills … for dogs!”
KATHY: “I wondered why I kept lifting my leg when I peed.”