Woozy

Barley, a dog, braces herself unsteadily on her dog bed, a purple bandage visible on her leg.

Here, we see Barley at her furthest out of sorts: Recovering from having had her teeth cleaned at the vet. There was a window of time during which Barley enjoyed going to the vet, and I’m persuaded that it’s getting her teeth cleaned that finally persuaded her to be nervous about the experience. She seems to really dislike the aftermath of general anesthesia: She was a groggy, wobbly mess for about six hours after I picked up her, and didn’t fully shake her medical hangover until the following day. Safe to say, I’m not going to need to worry too much about Barley becoming a recreational user of opioids.