That's Della. Completely off her meds. She is currently flopping around her dog bed, digging into it as if there were a bone burried deep inside.
Lily continues to snarl at her.
I wish I were off my meds. I'd like an excuse to go postal. I keep thinking work is going to bottom out and at least we'll be at rock bottom, but the shit keeps sliding down hill. Now that I've lost my balance, I can't help but slide with it.