Almost all of my doggie clients acted the way the rest of the city seemed to feel the day after a Super Bowl party, and I suspect we all had a few too many snacks. They were sluggish and slow, and most had poo (I don’t have to say #2, right?) that suggested they’d scarfed up every single dropped Frito and cookie crumb from several guests. Our dogs got duck confit…NOT so accidentally.
Emma had an admirer in the dog run (we don’t go in…to learn why, read my post about dog runs). He kept following her and whined when we walked away.