More Work.

Today I had to do the saddest thing I ever thought I could do at work. I was about to do this one dog's 8 o'clock treatments which are usually walks and feeding and other things, and Emily stopped me and told me to make sure when I feed it, to feed it lots of treats and good stuff like AD (which is practically cat food) or even cat food and baby food meat sticks and everything.

I said OK without asking why, but she told me anyway... the dog is going to be euthanized tomorrow. My little heart broke into a million pieces. I took him out for a walk, a very nice black and white dog, and let him mosey around for a long time in which he peed on just about everything.

When I took him back inside I went and made a big feast for him. Three (catfood sized) cans of AD, an entire jar of chicken sticks, some other baked treat things, a can of beef chunk Friskies, and I topped it all off with these gormet liver treats from a dog bakery. (The liver treats looked like chocolate shavings!)

He didn't eat any of it. ;( Not even interested. I was very sad. But, just about ten minutes before I was off, he took a bite and looked up at me. I almost cried. ;(