Guilt

A few days ago, our baby dog Sage came back from an escape run with a lovely two inch deep cut in her front leg and a few other scratches. I wasn't home, so Troy went to my boss's house and then both went in to the clinic on a Sunday to knock her out and sew her up. She was sent home with an e-collar to prevent her tearing off the bandage.

Well, she never actually bothered the bandage. We had her under 24 hour surveillance and Dad even took her to work with him but she didn't care about it. Until today, when it was actually supposed to come off. So I took it off and she promptly tried to gnaw off the sutures.

So I put the e-collar on her, and oh, man, the guilt. She is just standing in one spot and trying to press against my legs. She has hang-dog eyes. If it weren't for the fact that if I took it off I would have to explain to my boss why she ripped out her sutures . . .

Poor Sage.