The Coach and I took a little trip up to GA last week; this time we only brought Lillie with us as Callie is very unbalanced and with all the hills/stairs here that might prove disastrous.
As I was putting groceries into the fridge I noticed this jar from home; I remembered bringing it up with us on our last trip in December, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember what it was.
Was it iced Tea? Yeah, it must be tea.
I smelled it and there appeared to be NO smell.
Hmmm…iced tea? Maybe apple juice?
I can’t tell you why, but I was inquisitive about this mysterious jar of liquid. So like any
abnormal person I took a sip even though I wasn’t in the mood for iced tea or apple juice.
It was disgusting.
I spit it out, but couldn’t get the flavor out of my mouth as I gagged and gagged.
My stomach wanted me to vomit, but there wasn’t enough of the disgusting liquid for that so I continued to dry heave over the sink for about a minute before the Coach came into the kitchen asking:
Are you throwing up?
DRY HEAVE! GAG, COUGH, GAG!
My memory finally came around and I remembered what was in the jar.
Callie’s Joint Juice.
Dogs might love it, but this girl certainly doesn’t.
There is good news though; my knees are pain-free and I could probably
run walk a marathon mile.
The Hanging Chad is STILL hanging in there. *sigh* It’s been holding on since September of 2020. It’s been outrageously windy here lately and yet, it persistently hangs on.
You know that if for some reason we wanted that darn branch to hang on for dear life, it would have fallen a year ago.
Anyone else ingest something meant for your furry friends? I still can’t say exactly what possessed me to even drink something I was unsure of…maybe it’s that hole in my head?
By the way, my ear pressure issue has not improved. *sigh* I’m gonna give it some more time, then I’m going to visit my veterinarian.