Zelda and Dudley
I mentioned yesterday that Dudley has a hurty foot. It actually seems to be a re-injury of a torn ligament in his front ankle, and he's walking very gingerly. He's also having trouble leaning down to eat and drink, presumably because it puts weight on and stretches his leg in a way that hurts him, so I've been holding his food bowl at feeding time and water bowl several times throughout the day on my lap, which is the perfect height for him. He also seems to find it reassuring to be close while he's feeling yucky.
Last night, I was holding his food bowl while he ate dinner, and, in typical fashion, he coughed and sprayed food all over the floor. Normally, when he does this, he immediately cleans up the mess himself, because he is such a good boy, so he started circling the food on the floor, tentatively leaning toward it as he approached it from different angles, but it was obviously too hurty for him to lean down for it.
"It's okay," I told him, scratching his head. "You can leave it."
He looked at me with a sad expression. I'm sorry. I pulled him into a tight hug and told him he was a good boy. I offered him his half-finished dinner again. He looked forlornly at the food on the floor.
Zelda, sitting at my side, was watching all of this with her usual intensity. She walked over and ate the food off the floor, then play-bowed at Dudley and tossed her head in the direction of his food bowl, still in my hands.
Dudley returned to finish his dinner.