On my walks lately, I have been SCARED of everything!
Hoses? Check.
Vans? Check.
Rope? Check.
Blades of grass? Yep, that, too.
Sometimes, if I don't like the looks of something a quarter-mile up the road, I will stop dead in my tracks and force the mama or the papa to go a different direction. But, hey! Surprise, surprise, that direction is also scary! I just want to go the F home!
Because I am being a weenie, the mama is taking me to the vet today for a blood test. Clearly something is wrong with me (I'm a nutcase), I just hope it's not medical because the mama and the papa have already spent their life savings on me. If they can't pay the rent, I'm out on the street. And I just explained how terrified I am of the mean streets.
I'll update when we get professional opinions.
Oh no! I hope everything checks out okay, Bo!
ReplyDeleteMaybe you just need a psych eval. They DO have that for dogs, you know. ;)