Dublin has wisely decided to embrace his injury as an opportunity to fine tune his already stellar "pathetic puppy" look. Check out the droop in his eyes. Classic!
Anyone who comes within his range of vision is the "chosen one"...the one who may stop everything to sit at his side and stroke his fur and say sweet nothings to him like:
Who is the best puppy in the world? You are!
You are so brave!
Do you want a treat?
Admittedly, I am the worst offender.
And to top it off, he has now received mail in our mailbox...addressed to him...someone actually paid for a stamp to mail him get well cards. You can see below how excited he is about his mail as he "reads" his cards... Oh wait, dogs can't read! Silly me!
And he has received two chew toys from a family at church. And organic doggie treats from a neighbor to top things off.
I have one word for it...spoiled!!
But I am so thankful that he is still with us! And while I think it is funny how we are all treating him, I do think it is sweet that people care!