My good friend, Kelly the dog, is finally seeing better days. With much very loud yelping and snarling on her end and heart palpatations on my end we managed to wrestle her down and get her bandage off yesterday. She’s able to move around more freely now and even go outside again, which means there’s some tail wagging once more, but she’s making it very clear that she blames me for the entire ordeal which means there is NO tail wagging in my direction. When I come in the house, NO tail wagging. Anyone else…MUCH tail wagging. If her tail is wagging for someone else then she will stop wagging her tail as soon as she sees me.
Oh. Hurt. Hurt feelings. Excuse me for having hurt feelings! *lol* Who cried when the vet came? Moi! Who cried when Kelly cried? Moi! Who called the vet four times in the first place until he agreed to change an appointment in his full day schedule to make an emergency house call??? Moi!!! And no wagging tail? Crazy dog.
Crazy owner, actually. I just got laughed at for going to the store to buy a different jar of peanut butter because she wouldn’t eat the bargain brand stuff that I bought on sale. I mix peanut butter on her dog food or she won’t eat it. (uppity mutt)
I thank you all on Kelly’s behalf for the good vibes and lovely wishes for her speedy recovery. Animals companions are a very special gift of compassion and humour that fill our lives in ways nothing and no one else can.