Today was different. She did not want those boots on her paws. She lagged behind me, stopping to try to take them off repeatedly. So, I decided to try to cheer her up (and make her forget the evil boots) with some games.
The first recall went beautifully, and she seemed enthusiastic.
I stopped to check out her legs and paws, and she looked pitiful.
Shyla is by far the most sensitive dog I've ever had. Because I'm used to a more normal hard-headed Lab personality (like R), I still sometimes forget how much small things can affect Shyla's psyche. I was reminded today, and I'll try not to forget.