Weenie Wednesday derailed a bit yesterday when our favorite subject suffered from what I can only think of as a panic attack. Do dogs genuinely suffer panic attacks? I don’t know. But poor Conrad was shaking and crying for quite a while about something in the front piano room. Today, he seems fully recovered. My mom posited the theory that a buzzing fly drove him into a panic. A friend said it’s a ghost. Who knows.
The little guy is fine now. But if this becomes a pattern, I’m going to look into puppy prozac.