|P-dog (aka Penelope the pitbull) Her eye swollen|
from the be-sting (why must the bee choose the eye?)
Still, our neighbors left for ten days and gave us the keys to their kingdom: it's small, but has the value of a pool and a garden that looks like the cousin of the jolly green giant, for no matter what I do, the onions and tomatoes are twelve times larger than my own. But I digress.
|p-dog is so forlone, my youngest comforts|
her with a hug
|This is my 20-year old apis|
|30 minutes after the first does and the swelling is down|
"Unlike western medicine," he begins, his eastern-Indian drawl thick, "homeopathic remedies last forever. 200 years even." All I can think is- heaven forbid I last two hundred years. I'll be the walking dead.
|1 hour later, it's back to normal, with a teeny-tiny red! I|
seriously love homeopathy.
"Every half-hour," he tells me. What do I do, after insert the tiny white pill in her jowels (for she spits it out the first time, then I put it in her gums and massage it until I think it's dissolved)? I whip out my camera. This I gotta record.
Half-hour later, not much has happened, other than it's a little less red. But an hour later? All gone!