On the 11th of this month, I took my friend (and sometimes puppy sitter) JoAnn to a Girl Scout meeting in a place called Gaithersburg. I have to admit, that I loved being the center of attention again!! I had not done one of these meet and greets for a bit; it felt good to be adored again. JoAnn did lots of talking and answering questions. Then I had to do my part, JoAnn called them skills. All I did was sit, down, come, pick up a couple of things, hold them for a little bit and then drop them into her hands. I even got rewarded for playing a bit of tug of war. Wow, what a life!!! At the end, the girls all asked to pet me.
Naturally, JoAnn said yes. Yippee!! Could it get any better, yes it could! Those precious girls had baked me cookies, Girl Scout Cookies!! There was a bunch of them and I got one to eat right then and there. In the car JoAnn told me I had to share the cookies with the other Hero Dogs (Libby, Ike and Teddy). I was the only dog at the troop meeting I thought it was a bit unfair, but my vote did not seem to count. I came home with just two of them. I got over it quickly.
Less than two weeks later, life took a down hill turn for me. They day was all wrong from the get go. I went outside and got busy as usual, but when I came in there was no water and no breakfast/training session. My walk was a bit shorter than usual, and not a single treat. Woe was me. We took a short car ride to the Brookeville Animal Hosp. Upon entering, my hopes were raised; I know this place, I have been here before. Surely one of these adoring staff members would give me something to eat! No not one, not a kibble to be found.
What I got what was a small prick and a very long nap. When I woke up my mind was a bit fuzzy (no smart comments please) and my legs were a bit wobbly. I had a large contraption around my head, and the distinct impression that I had “lost” something very important. I had to spend the night there too. In the morning, when all the people were back, I just knew there would be food finally. Nothing. By the time Stacey came to get me I was starving. I do not know what they told her, but I still had to wait to be fed once we got home and even then after 4 missed meals, I got short changed. Only ½ the normal amount until we saw how I handled it. Are you kidding me!
That thing on and around my head was such a nuisance. Stacey kept laughing at me when I banged into everything; she said poor boy but did nothing to get rid of it. Cody would not come near me for a week. I felt fine, but they kept treating me like such a baby. I had almost no freedom in the house (i.e. no running or jumping) and my outside time was spent only on the short leash. No long leash play sessions. I am also fairly certain that I missed at least if not two of my long week-end walks with the dog walking group. What’s that about?