Tank

He's afraid of:

clothes when they hang in the doorway,
ironing boards,
starving to death,
umbrellas,
Eli,
fireworks,
thunder,
haircuts,
baths,
the vet,

and

HIMSELF.

A recent run in with a friend left Tank on the losing end. At first, we didn't think it was that bad, but today when I tried to clean it...all sorts of goo came out. I took him to the vet, which was amazingly open on Saturday, and they said words like sedation, stitches, drainage tubes, and he might be goofy when I pick him up. I left him at the vet and watched him creep away with wobbly knees (Tank, not me) to the back.

Upon my return, our goofy dog skitted and tiptoed his way out, seemingly afraid of more things, like the door opening, the nurse and the big front desk.. If he wasn't so pitiful, I would have laughed. Bright purple stiches on his shaved eyebrow on woozy legs. That and the fact he is Tank. To top it all off, he gets to wear an Elizabethan collar.

Picture this:



This is why Tank is now afraid of himself:



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He tries to dodge left then dodge right then dodge left again to get away from it. Currently, he is afraid to move. He's going to have a long 10 days.