Hurricane vs My Dog's Medication

I had to bring my dog down to the house recently after some costly medical issues came up. Usually I wouldn't keep my dog in such a hazardous environment that living with the Hurricane can be but it was unavoidable with his medication schedule and needing to watch him 24/7 for a length of time.

Every morning I woke up and had to give him a pill. I bought some fully cooked sausages so I could put the pill in half of one and he would eat it up no problems. They came in packs of five. I had four packs of five in the fridge. The first morning I opened one of the packs and used half a sausage. Later that evening I used the other half for his night pill. When I woke up I should've had three full packs of five and one opened pack of four. I am so naive.

The opened pack of four was no where to be found. Actually, I take that back, the package of the opened pack was right there on the kitchen counter, just the four sausages that should be in there were nowhere to be found. As usual, the Hurricane eats my food and leaves all the trash evidence everywhere. This creature has no shame. I immediately put two of the unopened packs into the freezer hoping they will last a drunken Hurricane storm. I had to keep one pack thawed out at all times, hidden in the fridge, just so I can give my dog his seizure medication. This is my life.

But in true Billy Mays fashion....but wait there's more! About two weeks into me watching my dog at the house and giving him his meds the Hurricane came home from work, busted through the front door in his typical style, ran into the bathroom to destroy the toilet like he always does and then came out into the kitchen. He walked by the fridge and noticed the pill bottle on top. The creature is fairly short, and me being 6'3" it was easy to keep things hidden in plain sight as long as it was high up.

I usually put the pill bottle behind something, not to really hide it from him, but just to keep it out of the way and out of plain sight for simple decency. Well this time he spotted it, stopped in his tracks, backed up and grabbed the bottle and started reading the label. I was sitting on the couch watching this take place.

Hurr: Oh wow this stuff is great, I OD'ed on these once!
BD: Ummm, what?
Hurr: Yea these are amazing, really addicting though...
BD: Ummm, dude they are seizure meds for dogs...
Hurr: Yea but Phenobarbital is a barbiturate! Great Stuff!
BD: What's a barbiturate?
Hurr: Hahahah, oh man you're missing out!
BD: I'll take your word for it.

Soon as he left the house I googled the meds I was giving my dog, barbiturates and what people do with them. I told you I was naive. After a few minutes researching and going over the conversation I just had with the Hurricane those meds remained hidden in my room the remainder of the time I had my dog down. And for those wondering my dog is now in the safety of my parents house far away for any Hurricane zones.