September 25th 2012 5:27 am
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Sophie, Mom and I have been working on Extreme Compression Therapy for each other. Oldest Lad moved away over the weekend, and I was picking up on the signals for weeks. It was obvious from all the boxes that he was going away, and I just knew that he wasn't just going off to University, this time. On Sunday morning, Mom realized that I looked "just terrible." She put on my Compression Therapy shirt, the Thundershirt, and she gave me a sedative, the sedative that I usually take only in July, for the Annual Blowing Up Suburbia Event. Sophie was doing her Rhythmic Shaking Routine: she vibrates her whole body every few seconds in a giant upset twitch. She usually reserves that for when she is sick or injured, but I think that her mind was feeling injured, so Mom popped a Benadryl into her mouth, to help her a little.

We had to stay home while Mom and Dad helped Oldest Lad move, but we were there for them when they came home. They took us for a very depressing walk, but said we "just needed to get out."

Then we have been trying to Compress Mom as much as we can. She needs her Head Compressed, and so do we. Mom could just feel how hard we were Compressing her -- it was like we were trying to compress all three of us at once, in a giant act of Extreme Compression Therapy.

Barked by: Zoe (Dogster Member)

September 25th 2012 at 5:37 am

Sounds bad at your place.
Hope you get back to "normal" real soon.

Barked by: Diablo Davis (Dogster Member)

September 25th 2012 at 7:20 am

Do you get to visit Oldest Lad's new place?! Maybe you could vacation there!!!

Barked by: Zaidie (Dogster Member)

September 25th 2012 at 5:21 pm

Awwww...Dis r hartbwakin'! Oldest Wad will come home fur bisits an' Diabwo r wite - baycayshuns wood be WOTZA fun at hims nu pwace! In da meemtime, I r sendin' wotza Z-Pup wuff an' swoppy wet kisses yur way, 'kay, Pennie?