A Different Kind of Day

On Wednesday our appointment was for 11 AM. Ob was pretty mopey all morning. I had both dogs in the family room with the door closed because my mother's care giver fears dogs. One can see into the room because it has glass doors. Alina actually noticed first that he looked out of sorts. Normally he would at least stand up when he saw me or her through the door. When it was time to go he gave me a hard time over the halter. Didn't want to put it on. I said the magic words, "Want to go for a ride?" and he let me put the halter on. Ob had trouble getting into the the car today. He fell. I had to help him by lifting his butt. He whimpered all the way to Glastonbury, about a half hour ride. He sat like always butt on the seat, rear legs sideways, front legs on the floor, but today he tried to rest his head on the passenger head rest. I think his neck hurt.

He was unusually squirmy during the 5 minute laser treatment. Got back into the car with no problem, and did not make a sound the entire ride home. Hmmmm. Big difference.

Last summer at the beach without Izabella.

I'm wondering if I perhaps do too much with him going to the park and all. Or maybe Izabella is too rough. This morning for the first time in a long time she tried initiating play with Ob by jumping on him. I stopped it of course, but maybe ....  Ugh.