Another day of mom and grammy holed up in the garage! There’s been a whole lot of cars pulling in front of the house, people getting out, then leaving. Garage sale my tail! I watch COPS, I’ve spent time locked up, I know what’s going on, Meth Lab! I mean really, am I supposed to believe they’re having a (big paw air quotes) “garage sale?” Who ever heard of such a thing, people buying stuff you no longer want? Besides, I Googled signs of Meth use, and I think they might be hooked! One of the first symptoms is irritability, grammy is all over this one! The next symptom is a lack of hygiene. Holy smokes, how long have these poor women suffered! Okay, moving right along, another symptom irrational behavior. Let’s see, gathering junk from the house, putting it in the garage, with hopes of people giving you money. I can’t go on, this is just too upsetting! It’s time to take action, I have to get grams out of the house with the hope of dad and I having an intervention for mom. I have to spring into my law dog persona! ♪♫♫♫ Bad grams, bad grams, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do, with a law shitzu?♪♫♫♫ Gotta run, I have to save mom