Last weekend was Interesting, though not abominable, just Interesting. We tried to give Tristan meds for carsickness but instead they made him sicker. So instead of going to PT, he came home... but somehow neither Tristan nor Guinevere observed that the other wasn't coming with them. Tristan arrived home and looked for Gwyn. Gwyn dug up the car beds in her disgrumplement that Tristan was not there, and galloped inside when we got home to find him in his crate.
This was their mood the next morning when Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy left to go run an early errand. Oh, Gwyn was indignant. She did not approve of him leaving. She laid at the door growling occasionally, I think she was protecting Tristan and me? I don't know. She's not protective normally, but last weekend really seemed to draw it out of her.
Then. Then. Saturday afternoon the groomer came. The groomer took Gwyn out and she was calm, if not chill. The groomer returned Gwyn and took Tristan... as she went out the door, Gwyn was walking shoulder to shoulder with Tris. Gwyn followed him out to the groomer's van, jumped in with him, even took a treat from the groomer for the very first time after Tristan took one. When I went to go back inside, Gwyn thought about staying, but I guess she decided I needed her more, or something. So instead she laid in the windowsill, watching the groomer make Tristan 50x more comfortable, growling and howling in turn. HOWLING. This poor kid was sufferin', folks, I tell ya. (She wagged and took more treats when the groomer returned with Tristan. I think it was mostly the separation that put her into FURY MODE.)
[Video Description: Guinevere the red cocker spaniel lays in a window, growling, then howling. The volume of the growling section has been increased, so that you are not deafened by the howling. It's still loud. Exercise informed caution 😄]