Cheers, Bushy! Well we got there and we called the ambulance; they took her away. (Turns out she had a mini stroke, increasing her chances of having a proper one.) Big Guy and I went ahead to church, while Mama and Middle Guy came later. After church we had to fetch the old woman's dog because we wouldn't know how long she would be in hospital. *Enter Aphrodite (I call her Ditty)* We brought her home and she promptly wet herself. She is a 10 year old Lhasa Apso, with heart problems, diabetes and she is OBESE
All right, she peed herself, did Mom mention that? I mean Ewwwww! I grew out of that months ago. When we first met she was totally overwhelmed and just went and lay down. But I wanted to play. I patted her with my paw; she growled and Mom told me to stop. I did it again. And again. And again. She just didn't want to play- how is that possible? I promise you guys right now that when I am old and doddery and 10 years old I will not be so boring! After a couple of hours it was time for walks- yay! Mom walked us together. As soon as I sussed out what was going on I was having none of it. Walk time is Mom and me time (mostly me). Mom gave it a go. We didn't take one step and I snapped. Mom figured I'll calm down. I didn't. We didn't walk for two minutes and I turned from the calm, sweet adorable angel you know to a snarling, biting and snapping bitch. That's it- Mom went home and walked us separately. Yay! I tired playing with her again but it went like this (the noise is the TV):
Have you had a
lame playdate recently?
Licks and Wags,
PeeS. Ditty's Mommy is all right and she is back home.