'YOU CAN'T EAT THAT! YOU'RE NOT A CANINE!'
She was bent over our little sheltie dog, hands shaking the poor thing like there was no tomorrow. Then she swiftly lifts her up in an attempt to perform what looked like a modified Heimlich Maneuver for dogs. Matilda's eyes search out mine and plead for me to intervene.
'Honey, why are you yelling at Matilda? Please put her down.' I demand.
'NO MOM! SHE ATE MEDICINE FOR CANINES ONLY! SHE'S GONNA DIE!' Anastasia continues to attempt the Heimlich as I try to gently extricate Matilda from her arms.
'STUPID, STUPID IDIOTS! WHY did they put that STUPID SCARY MESSAGE on the box?'
Yes, honey, why did they put 'for canine use only' on the box? Shame on them.
Twenty minutes later I find her cuddling/coddling poor Matilda in a tight semi-chokehold of blankets in her bed. She is stroking her and speaking in hushed, motherly tones.