I forgot to mention that the doggy downers worked WONDERFULLY well on The Ren. I gave him the first one on the third of July, right after we heard the first explosion. It took less than an hour to kick in and from that point on, he was chilaxin' and relaxin'. The best part was that at some point he picked up his ball (always a blue rubber racquetball) and kept it in his mouth all night long. He couldn't walk straight and he looked stoned out of his gourd, but he seemed oblivious to the fireworks and that was all that mattered.
The bad news is that we've woken up to crap on the carpet every day since. At first I thought it was because he was nervous and didn't want to go outside to use his regular facilities. But I was wrong. He's pissed off about something! This is typical Harry behavior. Have I ever told the story about how when we first got Harry, he would crap and piss in Dave's shoes every night? GOOD TIMES. This is what he does to let us know he NOT HAPPY WITH THE STATE OF THE UNION. Fortunately, we're smarter than him and he'll be spending the rest of the day in the garage as punishment. It usually works.
Another downer is that I'm not going to Blogher. I didn't think I really WANTED to go, so I didn't even bother to see what Dave thought about it, but now I regret it. I wish I was going!