Today I woke him up (literally pulled his blanket out of his little bed and unwrapped a very sleepy dog) at 7am. He stretched, strolled into his very special bowls....and they were gone! He looked at me like I had stolen his breakfast when actually I had not prepared his breakfast.
I attached his leash and we went for a quick walk around the block. He obviously thought his breakfast would be waiting for him when he returned home....wrong. Zeus didn't know it at that moment, but his day was going to plummet to the pits! Today was "snip, snip"day for my little buddie. We arrived at the vet's by 7:30 and Zeus showered the vet with kisses. It was like they were old buddies!
I was told to call at 1:00, after lunch with my friend Winnie. All was well, he was awake, wagging his tail, appeared to be happy,according to the vet. When I arrived to pick him up, I said in a normal indoor voice"Hi, I'm Kay Tucker here to pickup Zeus". All hell broke loose!! A howling that sounded like the Hounds of the Baskervilles started up back in the kennels. Zeus had heard me! I thought to myself, "Bless his heart, he is so anxious to see me!"
Getting him to the car took both the vet and me....Zeus was what we might call "madder than hell!" The vet layed him in the backseat, on top of his very own soft cozy blanket. I thanked the doctor, said goodbye and turned to pet Zeus, my lovable little 9 pound Daschund. Lovable! Ha! No more! He looked at me and growled! Zeus is PISSED!
To make matters worse, he doesn't get food or water until tomorrow.
A few minutes ago he slowly wandered out into the living room, looked at me with the most pathetic expression, snarled at me, turned slowly and staggered back to bed.
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