Consumed with anxiety. Unable to be comforted.

 







As we set out on Saturday morning for our first park (Arlington) visit we discovered that my car wouldn't start.  

You know those sounds of false hope when you think the engine might just burst into life. Mine didn't.   Yours rarely does. DEAD BATTERY  No crank handles these days!

The venerable Cooper Povey and I got out of the car. I called triple A to report battery problems at six-ish.  They promised service by 7:00.  Fat chance.

Back in the house my beloved Cooper had his anxiety switched on.

His dependable routine had been interrupted.   He couldn't settle.  He wandered around, coming to me over and over again, sometimes bringing his soft plushy toy as an offering.  Once he placed his forelegs into my chair and reached his head to mine for a reassuring cuddle.  Nothing I said could comfort him. He wanted deeds not word.

The AAA service man arrived.  Forty minutes (and $249 less later) we turned Cooper's anxiety button off, and headed to the park

Ahem  -  I too was bothered for my friend; bothered mostly because I couldn't console him.















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