Left alone

What we did see next that day were two deer up on the ridge, ghostly in the fog. Hmmm. We could only hope that their path didn't cross the bobcat's.

By now you have probably surmised that Daisy was still in the car when I returned. She had fallen asleep and showed no signs of distress. She did, however, let it be known that she had completely lost her trust in me. She would not let me out of her sight for the next couple of days, following me from one room to the other and blocking the door if I showed any signs of leaving. Once in a while she would pointedly lick her ankle to show where she had bruised it when I had tried to force her into the car.

Normally we take Daisy everywhere. We learned she had separation anxiety about the time we discovered she had no social skills with other dogs. One afternoon we left her in the house for about a half hour to get the mail. We couldn't walk her with us, after all, because the post office is a gathering place for our little town's residents, who generally bring their dogs along with them. As we departed, we listened for barks or other sounds of anxiety. Nothing. No whimpers. No scratches. It seemed she was okay.

Well, we discovered a half hour later, not exactly.