It’s so hard to read animals. So often you wish they could talk to you and tell you what’s the matter. As it is though we just have to guess.
I felt very bad leaving him this morning and gave him a little dog biscuit in his food bowl in case he changes his mind about eating later on in the day.
My garden is showing signs of neglect also. The overall effect of coming home to a melancholy dog and a garden calling out for a good trimming and weeding is not a very happy thing.
It’s hard to do any one thing well when you have too much to do. No wonder people are the way they are these days. We just have too much to do.
Update:
Robbie had a little of my leftover soup for his dinner and drank some water after I put ice cubes in it and sat down with him and suggested it would make him feel better. He seems a bit perkier than he did this morning. Thank goodness.