Still trying to sort Frida’s nocturnal anxiety. None of melatonin, rescue remedy nor Benadryl did the trick. We’re bringing in big pharma tonight and we’ll see. In the meantime, Frida is still having wonderful days. Like her mother, she enjoys a few fries. After three or so, she turns away. If only I were so smart.
When I am not exploring with her, she’s sleeping beautifully. Part of me wants to keep her up, but she’s old and sick. Before the anxiety arose, she’d sleep most of the day and night. So I have to let her sleep some during the day or she’ll get none.
It looks like freezing overnight temps are coming tonight and to stay so I pedaled to the garden and pulled out the daikons. Puny little things. The lot of them may not weigh the same as one daikon grown to proper size. Oh well.
Gosh I hope we get to sleep through the night tonight. I have the same hope for you!