6:21pm: I forgot to write that I didn't know if this is one of the withdrawal symptons but I think it is. I've become a little paranoid. I keep seeing things and when I look it's not there. Because nothing is there, of course. I keep jumpin.
Yesterday, we all sat either outside or close to outside. I don't like this heat and I don't like to sweat, so I sat on my green stool by the door while the baby was on his leash by the door. The cats were scattered in the yard. All of a sudden, I saw a blonde, golden whir and I heard this horrible growling. I screamed, threw the baby in the door (not literally) and unhooked him. The attack dog went straight to pretty girl because she was exposed. I figured out it was a dog and I knew it was killing pretty girl. I screamed again, who are you to the dog and went running ready to kick box. Blackie had every single strain of his hair sitting straight up. He chased the dog out of our area and slapped him because I heard the dog yelp.
No one was hurt, but my heart raced for about 30 minutes. And guess what? It was the same dog that beat up baby a couple of months ago. And again this dog was unleashed and allowed to run around and attack other animals. What if a child were out here, would the dog attack it?
Well I brought all of this up because all last night and this morning I kept jumpin. I stepped on popcorn and screamed. I stepped on a cat toy and screamed again. I was scared to bring baby out because of that attack dog. I told myself I will not have an anxiety attack and I don't need Ativan. Just breath.
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