He has stress issues when I have headaches.
So I've been feeling especially sorry for him lately. (They say when you feel bad you should focus on others to make yourself feel better. I'm assuming focusing on a dog counts?) Not only has he been dealing with my headaches, but since I haven't been able to go outside this summer Riley hasn't either.
I told my mom on the phone the other day that I was worried he was bored and not getting enough exercise. Her suggestion?
Mom: "Why don't you have him walk with Champagne?"
Mom: "Or you know... Chardonnay."
Mom: "Who's your friend in the building with the dog?"
Me: "Oh... you mean Candace. And her dog MARTINI."
I swear to God, headaches and all, that still has me laughing. I hung up with mom and had a better idea. I looked at Riley, who had his head resting on his paws looking up at me pitifully.
I asked him if he was sad. He whined.
I asked him if he needed some food. His ears perked up.
I asked him if we should bury our sadness with food ... maybe a carrot?
He flew to the kitchen in Olympic record time.
My conclusion: He's fine. And I'm a sucker. And man he loves baby carrots.