Death wish

I was concerned about B's frame of mind during the 26 straight days of rain. She was gloomy and appeared depressed (for a dog anyway) and couldn't get out to the dog park or other fun places. The sun's been out lately though and we've returned to all of our usual haunts - Greenlake, dog parks, Discovery - and she appears to be happier.

Still, I'm worried. Twice now I've come home to discover her trying to off herself. One evening she pulled a butcher knife out of the kitchen sink and into the middle of the living room. I returned home before she had a chance to slit her wrists. And last weekend while I was out, she pulled a bag full of aspirin off of my desk and pulled it apart. I must have interrupted her - there were still 50 or so pills in the bag when I opened the door.

Not to mention the whole 'running in front of a car' thing. Seriously, I'm taking away her shoelaces and putting her on suicide watch.