breakfast in bed

It really was more like an early dinner, but, nevertheless, Vegas got the royal treatment last night. After her customary post-walk nap yesterday morning, she starting limping and looking morose. Last night, she was trying to walk on three legs like her dog pal down the street. It was really sad. So, after kicking her off the couch (Matt would have killed her) and lifting her into bed, I gave her treats and fed her out of my hand. And that, my friend, is how you know your dog has you in her pocket. While your dinner is burning in the kitchen, you give her your pillow and unload the treats.