Katie seems to have recovered after I accidentally smacked her head against the tailgate when loading her into the car earlier today.
The schnoodles just leap up into the back of the car unaided but the older, chunkier dog has always needed assistance, which usually is a fairly straight forward procedure. Not sure where I went wrong with my dog loading technique today but it was traumatic for us both. So awful that you can’t convey how bad you feel, or even that it was a mistake and not punishment for some inexplicable infraction on her part. I wonder if they ever worry that they don’t understand us. It’s lucky they are so accepting and forgiving.