November 25 2014
I put Milton in his Thundershirt and couldn't have picked a better day to do it.  My neighbor directly across the street was blowing leaves when we went out for mid-day piddle; Milton didn't even pay attention to her.  When I came home for the night, my lawn service had finally been to the house to blow leaves, clean gutters, and trim bushes.  I went in wondering if I would find a berserk Milton and the crate contents in ruins.  Nope!  My boy was chill and had no unusual behavior.
My conclusion:  the Prozac has kicked in, he feels safer, and we're on the way to a happier life.