Emily’s Musings

Kyaha is our depressed dog. She is a great snuggler, but she is sad ALL THE TIME. Often, she will drag a toy around with her, or tote her tennis ball from room to room. Part of me feels really guilty that I don’t exercise her more, like I’m the worst dog parent on the planet. Theses are a few shots of my depressed dog, dragging her toys around. Secretly, I think she needs Prozac.

She loves yogurt, and often I will find her on the patio snuggled up to an empty yogurt container that she has licked clean.

She watches her ball very carefully when she eats. It can’t move even a hair or she will pounce on it.

She is chewing now, and still, the ball is under her very watchful eye.

Oh good, the ball can take a breather . . .

Now she is on the patio. She has high hopes that someone will chuck this ball to the other end so she can chase it with all her heart. That is the great thing about dogs, even though they don’t speak English, THEY MAKE THEIR NEED/WANTS/DESIRES VERY CLEAR.

She has given up hope that we will play with her, so she has resumed her usual lounge around spot on the bed. Of course, she still has her toy and ball close at hand.

Please Note: None of these items were placed or staged by us. She really is in NEED OF SOME EXTRA LOVIN’. Maybe we should have let her have puppies.