We took franke on a canoe ride to calm her down because she had 2 seizures today. Clearly a bad idea.
On the canoe, she had a panic attack. Voodoo karma for all the time she’s bitten people, or some shit.
After cradling her for an hour, even though she has fleas, she’s back to her old self, rolling in crab shells, and threatening to jump back into the water.
