My father has been doing this for years now. Every night he comes over to give me my crazy medications. He says he can’t live with my mother and I if we are not taking them. This is the Princess of Mauritania and Maratouse’s moment to shine. About eight, she gets on the back of the couch and begins her vigil. Maggie will signal Papa’s return with a flurry of jubilant barking.
My father will stay about 30 to 45 minutes to make sure I keep the pills down. Early in this process, I was throwing them up in some weird delusion that my father was trying to control me and put me in a medicated stupor. Now? I would never forget to take my medications, but my father wouldn’t believe that if his life depended on it. My main complaint is that my father is often late and I get antsy waiting on him. It is kind of a roll of the dice about when he will arrive.
The only other person who does the medication ritual with me is Charlie. Now that is a special occasion indeed. Maggie gives twice the greeting. Charlie always brings treats for the Magster and I. Sometimes it may just be a King sized Snicker’s bar and a cola and other times it may be a burger and fries. Charlie always brings Maggie a small Slim Jim as well.
The ritual always ends with us giving Maggie fresh water and kibble. She will watch on approvingly. Only the best for the princess of Mauritania and Maratouse.