She’s in there and she’ll stay in there until about 11am. She’s been out of sorts lately – really anxious and worried and snappy.
She always looks worried.
So we took her to the vet last week because she was just getting worse. I noticed she was scared of the noise from the next door neighbours lawn mower and the garbage truck which was something new. She came in and sat under my desk and was shivering.
Anyway it was all a bit sad really because he asked if she’d lost a friend recently and we said yes that betty had died and he said they see it a lot with little dogs who have a lost a friend. He said that they feel as if they have to take on the job of protector of the family and they get all stressed and nervous about it because its a big job for a little dog, especially if you had a big staffy doing the job before you. Mind you I think Chicken Little must have a much higher opinion of Betty’s guarding abilities than Betty ever did because she never really cared what or who came into our yard. Well, except Monty the neighbours black cat – but we won’t go there (don’t worry, he survived but Betty needed stitches and I needed wine).
We also said that Chicken goes out into the yard and barks more than she did and he said that they go out calling for the missing dog because they think they’re out there lost on the other side of the fence. Of course I have no idea how he knows this and she could just be barking because she’s a pain in the bum but she has gradually been getting worse since Betty died and Betty was her only friend in the world seeing as how she’s so unfriendly towards every other dog on the planet. Also it’s not like you can explain where Betty went – one day she just went away with Darren and never came back and it was the same day my father died so we didn’t really give any thought to Chicken Little’s feelings at all.
So now she’s a traumatised weirdo freak on OCD calming pills. Poor little thing – it would be nice for her if she could just chill out a bit and enjoy life.