FEELING VICTIMISED

I can only assume this is part of some dog-dementia-induced paranoia but Pal has developed a real mistrust of me with his food over the last few months as he's got older and more infirm. Tonight really took the biscuit, though.

I came with a big piece of leftover beef for him, put it in his dish and sat down. Moments later he had it in his mouth and was frantically combing the whole of Mum's living room looking for a place to hide it, and crying each time a spot he investigated turned out to be unsuitable!