That’s so sad. It took them 3 days to damn well act?
The little tyrant would probably handle being removed from me like a champ. As long as there’s attention and comfort. She was a bit difficult about eating after moving but still did it and I think was mostly bothered about the direction she was facing... she’s a weirdo. I don’t think she’s ever missed a meal. She’s from a breeder who wanted to put her down but was dying and couldn’t fight with the owners of the parents.
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Here's a pic of my old Frenchie. She passed in 2012 of cancer (HSA) at seven and a half.
That one rules the roost. She had her first female puppy thingy, if you follow my meaning, before we got her fixed. Used a diaper. She figured out how to lick her leg enough so that it would just slide off.
One morning, I wake at like 5am and smell poop. Look under the covers, there she is, no diaper, looking at me like 'hey, turn off the lights'. Search the bed frantically. Finally, I kind of get up in bed, and there, face up on my pillow, about 6 inches from where the back of my head had been, was her crap infested diaper, just waiting for me to roll over into it while I was still asleep.
Suffice it to say, she got fixed under that.
My other favorite story with her was that she once got to spend about 5 hours under Alyssa Milano's butt.
(got bumped to first on a LA to Ft Lauderdale flight, got assigned the bulkhead; she had the seat behind and switched; actually a big dog lover, signed her boaring pass for my sister in law 'Coco stole my seat').
She led a charmed life . . . alas nowhere near long enough.