When adopting my little rescue pup, I signed up for sickness and in health - right? I envisioned tending Henry with motherly devotion and rushing him to the vet if it was needed.
It is not needed right now - and hopefully never. He is full of piss and vinegar. So ready to go and do any and everything. I, on the other hand, have had three days running with a spotty throat and a desire to do little but sleep. Henry is so bored!
No doing the nature trail, no walking by all those doggie fences where the other pooches talk to him. No trips to PetSmart to practice our lessons. He is showing his boredom by barking at the cats, standing by the door to be let out. Barking at the neighbors through the fence. Standing at the door to be let back in when I don't go throw the ball. Refusing to come in when I open the door and just offering me a look of expectation. The guilt is almost overwhelming...but not quite.