I got up this morning to find Peekaboo laying on the bottom floor of the cage on her back and all four little feet sticking straight up! This is not good. I went nuts trying to figure out if she was still breathing, she was only just barely, so shallow it almost could not be detected. Pester was crouched in a corner upset at all this. Can imagine why. During the night I heard some thrashing around in the cage. Usually that is where Pester is 'attacking' that egg Robin sent me, the one that has the knit cover over a plastic egg that houses a dehydrated Aardvark testicle inside that rattles around when rolled and played with. This is what most likely caused the whole problem for Peekaboo. Peekaboo is a dook-a-holic and had a dook attack during the night playing with that egg. Realizing this I got the Quantifrolicdookmetaseine from the med cabinet and using the force feeding tube thing I gave her a quick shot of the med. The Quantifrolicdookmetaseine didn't immediately take effect and I panicked. Giving too much of this can be as dangerous as the dook attack but under the circumstances another shot of Quantifrolicdookmetaseine was given. This time her eyes opened and she let out a long slow out of breath low key quiet "DOOOOOOOOK". I held her in my arms cradling her head so she could periscope out some. She was out of breath from all the dooking of the dook attack and was struggling to get oxygen back to her feeble body. The double shot of Quantifrolicdookmetaseine was dangerous but where there was no other option I took that calculated risk and it worked out fine. Pester seems to now be relaxed enough to come say 'hi', so all is well again. Phew! So for now I will have to double and even triple the dook spray in here to help keep those functioning left over dooks from further infecting the tube dogs. Gordon, Peekaboo and Pester Rev. J Gordon Bengtson Aarrow-Ranch Aviation Mechanicsville, Virginia 23111 [Posted in FML 6151]