Dog had surgery today (she did good! Nothing too serious. Old dog problems) Here she is sedated and drowsy on her way home from:
Tried to get her to lay on the dog blanket instead of standing stock still in the back seat staring into space, but she decided no. But at least she laid down.
And here she is literally 15 minutes later when I crouch down in a way that she thinks maybe suggests I'm possibly considering throwing the ball for her as opposed to checking on how she's doing:
She started whining when I told her that no. Not a chance. Not throwing that. Dog, you just had surgery. Your eyes aren't even focused. I know ball is life but c'mon.
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