This is the place that provides the human Prozac for our Canine American, Mr. Collins. The little pill bottle is even made out to to him, not me, as «Mr. Collins S____» Calvin, the head pharmacist is a scream. Without batting an eye the first time he filled this, he handed me the information sheet and the Federal Privacy Act stuff and said: «This is for a dog right? Make sure he reads this and understands it. If he has any questions, he can contact us.» Really, it was all in the delivery, I still laugh about it. Mr. Collins doesn’t know I told you this. Shhhhh…