Our Chihuahua Tiffany started acting funny one day. She wouldn’t leave her room, and we had to force feed her. She hadn’t gone to the bathroom all day. Kate knew something was wrong. I said maybe Tiffany had a rough weekend, that everyone coming over scared her and that by Monday she’d be back to her rambunctious, defensive self.
But Kate was right. Because when I walked Tiffany the next morning she plopped her seat on the concrete, wagging her little tail, didn’t jump or nothing, and when I did convince her to move, she stood with her tail curled between her legs, and went unwillingly along. So that night, we called The Neighborhood Vet, Dr. Natara Loose.