Stella's spent the past two days in the hospital with an obstructed stomach. She's spent the past half-hour sitting on her chair, telling me how horrible it was.
This is, in case you didn't recognize it, her "How could you do this to me, Mom?" face.
Of course, the fact that she EATS GARBAGE (literally) might have had something to do with the whole obstructed stomach thing. Garbage Dog strikes again.
One friend asked if she'd learned her lesson, and then promptly laughed it off, since dogs don't do cause and effect well. I said, "Yeah, especially when they have a brain the size of a walnut."
When I went to pick her up, he texted me: "Yay! Walnut-brained Garbage Dog comes home!"
Anyhoo, I'm significantly poorer, but she's happy and in one piece, and worth every penny.