what will it take for you to bust me outta here?
Beth's recovering well. She's not a very good patient though. She won't take her pills. I can't cram the pills down her throat, so I have to come up with creative ways to sneak them into her. Like cooking oatmeal or scrambled eggs for her. She really must not like the taste of the medicine because I can only feed her a treat a few times before she catches on and refuses to eat any more. I'm running out of options.
She also wreaked havoc inside her coop with her little shoe so I've removed it before she hurts herself. She really wants to go back outside with her friends. And Bob really wants her to come back. He's a man gone wild, searching for his lost love. I had to do football therapy on him twice yesterday. That's where I pick him up and carry him around like a football in front of all his ladies. Once humiliated he calms down a bit.
One more week of solitary confinement and it's going to be a long one.