White Dog was NOT having a good day. She was fussy. She was uncomfortable. She did not want breakfast. We topped out all of her medications which made her sleepy but not in a better frame of mind.
The rest of the White Dog Army hovered around and attempted to make White Dog smile. She was resting on the bed against my thigh. Opal jumped up and offered her precious Lambie to cuddle; "Snuggling with him makes me feel better it might work for you as well." White Dog scowled and turned away. Clearly, Opal's feelings had been hurt.
"I know this is not your day, Little White Dog of My Heart, but you cannot make the others feel bad because you do. Opal was very kind and you were not. I am going to ask dad to move you to the office. You can work with him and the others will leave you alone. Maybe a nap will help your disposition."
2 comments:
Poor sweetie. POTP from all of us here.
Poor White Dog. We sure hope tomorrow is a better day, sweet one.
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