Marley made out this Christmas. She received a Nina Ottosson dog puzzle, duck stuffy and a bully stick. Santa brought her weave poles.
Marley indulged me with a game of fetch.
She also gave me a heart wrenching panic attack.
There is nothing Marley loves as much as food. On Christmas morning she refused breakfast.
We went to the park to meet some friends and Marley refused to leave my side. I pointed out some squirrels and she curled up in my lap. She refused to participate in a game of chase. She looked so sad and depressed. I started to mentally review everything Marley had eaten during the week. OMG did she have the flu, heartworm, what if her vaccines were not effective and she picked up something like distemper. I started to have visions of having to spend Christmas at the emergency vets. Finally a friend said, "Why don't you take off her sweater, she may be warm."
Once her sweater was off Marley jumped off my lap, shook and took off running around the park. Turns out she does not approve of lavender sweaters. She spent the entire day sulking and scared me to death in the process.