The Katzke Dog Diary

I took Henry off of Prozac about four weeks ago since he was showing signs of no longer needing it.

Last week, he flipped out and tore up the miniblinds in the front of the house, all his stuffed toys, and some rags that were piled outside the laundry room. Ok, I can deal with that… we’ll just go back to crating him. Yesterday, he tore the door of his crate *inwards*. It’s not supposed to swing that way.

Today, he flipped out inside his crate, and left a giant puddle of drool. He also seems to have fractured the tip of another of his canine teeth, although there’s no blood or root showing. I’ll drag him out to the vet for a look-see at his tooth in the morning, but he’s definitely going back on the prozac.

Poor psychodog.