I had to take Charlie to the vet this morning before I went to work. He has been feeling abandoned and scared (what with all the storms and the wind). He hid under the covers this morning until I got out of bed, at which point he retreated under the bed. I couldn't get him out from under the bed and he wasn't tempted by carrots or other food, so I was left with no choice.
I asked him if he wanted to go to work.
Of course, he did. So with a guilty conscience and a heavy heart I led him into the garage. He knew when I put the slip leash on him instead of his normal harness what was up. He went dead weight and I had to lift him into the car, at which point he started shaking and crying. I still feel so guilty! He wouldn't look at me when I checked him into the vet and pulled at his leash until he was choking himself. Sigh. I am trying to comfort myself by knowing that he had a good weekend and I gave him lots of attention:
Here he is all smooshed in bed:
We also went for a very long and exciting walk in the park:
I still feel guilty though