I am dog-sitting Max's dog while trying to come up with a short but interesting presentation about neurally adjusted ventilatory assistance in his mom's house.
Harry (the dog) is despondent- his pack leader (Max's mom) has gone on holiday last night leaving Max and myself in charge of the house and the dog. He's not gone potty this morning on his walk and he was sitting in his bed all morning, I had to lure him downstairs with treats.
Im trying to play with him but he doesn't want to chase any of the variety of toys i throw around the house. He barks and jumps trying to get it out of my hands- in truth I'm still a little scared of him, not sure if that was a play bark or a 'I'm gonna bite you' bark.
He's been great with me so far but it's always with Max around.
Gah, this is why I'm a cat person.
Tomorrow I have to walk Harry by myself! and the presentation is meant to be ready!
Important interview on Monday! Oh help me God.....
