I must actually like my dog
I’m not much of a dog person. They smell, they bark, they tear things up, and they require a lot of attention. But because today is Leo’s lucky day – he’s going to get “tutored” – I keep wondering how he’s doing.
His day definitely started out poorly. As he was having major surgery today, he wasn’t allowed to eat or drink after midnight last night. It was not pleasant this morning trying to keep him away from water, and he simply couldn’t understand why we were neglecting him. He was pathetic, staring at the water dish in the kitchen – looking over the baby gate. And after a while, he started to get frantic (twice he nearly knocked down C). Katie told me he even wet himself at the vet, because he was so freaked out.
But it had to be done. And I’m glad we’re getting it over with. Poor guy.
