Movement of a strange kind, no, actually any kind, is all too much for our poor brain damaged, blind in one eye, rescue dog Sir Lickalot….Be warned. Anything beyond vacuuming will upset him. Moving furniture around, bringing in large boxes with purchases in them. The shopping cart. Forget it when the kids get the nerf guns out. Even when too many people are here he’ll go up stairs and hide beside my bed. And loud noises also make him bolt or hide.
Sunday, the King finally installed the components shelf in the living room for all the stuff after we moved the desk out into the dining room. It’s been living on the floor for a couple of months. This time it was the drill that set him off. I was at the other end on the couch writing when it started. Sir Lickalot came straight over and sat right at my feet, looking the other way. The body language was hilarious… He was harumphing for sure. As the drilling got more persistent, Sir Lickalot got more fretful. We managed to capture it for your enjoyment, ok and ours….
And here is why he was so stressed……
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