Don't feel so bright

Squish is hurt, or something. We were out walking, both dogs saw a cat in someone's window and leapt at the window to scare it (I'd have stopped them if I'd seen the cat first, but I didn't). There was a kerfuffle under the windowsill and Squish started crying.

You can imagine just how good Squish is at being piteous when he needs to be. Think of all the heartbreak and pain and sorrow in the world, and funnel it through a dog with a naturally sorrowful face, a flair for drama and the voice of a diva - I'm 90% sure it's just that I trod on his foot in the kerfuffle, but he had me near tears all the same.

I offered him sausage and instead of hoovering it up he sniffed it sorrowfully and then ate each piece slowly, with the air of not wanting to disappoint me. He climbed the stairs slowly - not limping exactly, but moving carefully. I've checked every inch of him and I can't see anything wrong. He looks comfortable enough now, but I'm still a bit worried.

Don't feel so bright

Squish is hurt, or something. We were out walking, both dogs saw a cat in someone's window and leapt at the window to scare it (I'd have stopped them if I'd seen the cat first, but I didn't). There was a kerfuffle under the windowsill and Squish started crying.

You can imagine just how good Squish is at being piteous when he needs to be. Think of all the heartbreak and pain and sorrow in the world, and funnel it through a dog with a naturally sorrowful face, a flair for drama and the voice of a diva - I'm 90% sure it's just that I trod on his foot in the kerfuffle, but he had me near tears all the same.

I offered him sausage and instead of hoovering it up he sniffed it sorrowfully and then ate each piece slowly, with the air of not wanting to disappoint me. He climbed the stairs slowly - not limping exactly, but moving carefully. I've checked every inch of him and I can't see anything wrong. He looks comfortable enough now, but I'm still a bit worried.