Abby

This morning I had to take Abby in for a booster shot. When we arrived, there was a large German shorthair. He was a friendly guy and he and Abby sniffed each other. He sat in front of his master and Abby decided to play with the kitten that was in a cage. A few minutes later a guy walked in with an almost grown rottweiller. The rottweiller and the shorthair didn't like each other. They stayed across the waiting room area from each other, but the rottweiller kept growling. My little French Abby decided that my lap as the most prudent place to be. She jumped up, turned her back om the dogs and shook like a leaf. Poor baby. Showing more and more her French heritage.