Traumatized

If you've noticed, I've been gone for a bit again. On December 27th, my FIL passed away. We had to head to South Dakota. We were gone for a week. Normally, we take Chester every where we go and we kennel Libbie and Maggie (no we're not playing favorites, but those 2 are just too big!). But since Chester had been to the vet the day before and wasn't feeling well and since we were planning on staying in a hotel while we were up there and we knew we'd be really busy, we decided we'd have to kennel Chester as well. The kennel is at the vets office, so I thought that at least if he didn't get better, he'd be in good hands.

I picked them all up yesterday shortly after we returned home. The two big dogs about knocked me down and practically drug me to the car. Chester was a can of worms, wiggling in my arms and licking me in the face. But since we've been home, he's acted very strangely. He hasn't eaten, he hasn't played with any of his toys, he hasn't raced around the living room or dining room like a maniac. He's simply followed me everywhere and wants to sit on me (not an easy feat, folding laundry with a dog on your lap). I believe he's a bit traumatized from staying in a kennel full of barking dogs and no mom lap to sit on for a full week. Hopefully he'll snap out of it! Maybe he needs a doggie shrink!