Molly is afraid of the vacuum cleaner. This is a new development; she didn't use to mind it at all.
But anyway, it would make sense for her to run and hide, right? Except that as soon as I started vacuuming the bedroom, she came in from the living room. She was still keeping her distance from the vacuum cleaning, tail down, and shaking a bit, but she seemed to think that she needed to be there. I'm pretty sure she thought she needed to "save" me from the evil loud vacuum, but was too scared to get close or try to attack it. I eventually calmed her down and got her to leave the bedroom (she was kinda in the way...), but she just went across the hall to the office, and sat on the futon where she could keep an eye on me.
After I was done, I joined her on the futon, and she was very excited to see me. And licked me all over. And I could have sworn she was saying "oh, I was sooooo scared. I wanted to save you but I was scared. I'm sooooo glad you're ok!!!!"
She is seriously such a sweet dog. And according to the vet this morning, she's all healed, and no more "cone of shame" or bandages!
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