She's sure pissed at you. Carry around some cheese, bet she changes her mind.
Had to take in Zo to get a lump aspirated. It went from pea sized and feeling like a lipoma during her annual in May to nickel size and it's right under her chin. Zo is not normally good at this kind of thing and I expected a questionable report at the least when they brought her back out. Imagine my surprise when they told me how good she was. How still she was. What a sweet dog she was.
Until we got home.
Talk about the cold shoulder. You would think I had abandoned her to coyotes in the desert. This dog who normally follows me everywhere is now parking herself and waiting until I call her before she does anything. Anything at all. Special invitation is now required to, say, go outside to go to the bathroom, come out of the bedroom when everyone else has left, go into her crate after everyone else has gone. And the command must be preceded with her name, as in, "Crate" and everyone else goes in their crate then, "Zo, go crate".
Good grief. (And she's fine. The cells were normal.)
She's sure pissed at you. Carry around some cheese, bet she changes her mind.
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Mocha hasn't gotten mad at us. When DH took him to the vet to get his anal glands expressed, Mocha ran to DH and was mad at the vet. So DH was the good guy.
I agree with the cheese in the pocket idea
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