Smooches and slip ups.

My little pudding is a little bit unhappy at the moment. D took them walking yesterday afternoon - pretty much for the first time ever without me - and my Sahara landed on a rock or some broken glass in the river and sliced half of the pad on her paw off. D bandaged her all up, and since then, she's been a little indifferent to me due to not being there to console her.
It's been strange taking a bit of a back seat to D with the dogs, since I've been sick this week he's been walking them and feeding them a little more, and there's been a massive difference in my relationship with Sahara. She doesn't snuggle up with me in the mornings as much, and doesn't crawl all over me on the couch at night for smooches. I miss her :(

Although it's kind of funny to wake up and see D tucking the dogs up in a blanket and giving Phoenix a big kiss before leaving for work. He's gone from saying Phoenix 'wasn't his type of dog' when I brought him home, to realizing how much better he works for him and enjoying his training - and now big smooches when he thinks I'm not looking :)