Rosie, btw, has some sort of eye infection that I just noticed this afternoon. The vet was busy, so we are going tomorrow. Told my dad, and he told me to make a cup of tea, then let the tea bag cool down and put it on her eye and that would help it. I figured what the hell, I survived all his hillbilly black magic farm boy voodoo bullshit and made it to the ripe old age of 40, and that includes cod liver oil, Fels Naptha soap on poison ivy, getting liquored on hot toddies when you are sick, spit baths, and my personal favorite, merthiolate (WHICH YOU AND I KNOW TODAY IS POISON) to make sure that your cuts REALLY HURT because PAIN is what cleans out the dirt. At any rate, I survived all that and look how well I turned out, so might as well try the tea bag to the eye.
So instead of doing what I would normally do, which is stress about whether the tea bag should be green or black tea, whether it mattered if it was decaf or regular, I just said to hell with it and made a cup of tea. I waited until it cooled down, then got Rosie, put her on my lap while sitting on the floor, and was just about to administer the tea bag when she jerked her head quickly, yanked the tea bag out of my hand, ripped it open with her teeth and tried to eat it, then spit everything on to the carpet.
I’m going to just keep telling myself that Rosie is a good doggie and let the vet sort this shit out tomorrow.