Plastic Surgery

I had the pleasure of getting up at 5:30am this morning (couldn't fall asleep until nearly 3am) to take Grandmom to get her plastic surgery. It's for medical reasons, but we tease her because it's essentially an eye lift. Anyway, things went fine and she's home resting now. She is soooo worried about her spoiled-rotten emo puppy. She's not allowed to bend over at the waist (which she has to do a lot of to pick him up and stuff) so he's going to have to stay with us for 3+ days. Anakin and Dala are gonna love it!

1) He's scared of thunderstorms and usually sleeps snuggled up with Grandmom in bed. Sorry, but no dogs allowed in my bed.
2) He's completely emo/traumatized from his recent trip to the groomer's. He sits around all mopey and very un-puppy like and goes limp like a ragdoll when you pick him up or move him. I had to give him cheese and table scraps whenever he barked at me "to cheer him up." And she wonders why he won't eat dog food...
3) She knows i'll discipline him. (For example when he escaped and chased cars and almost got killed twice on Tues she didn't even scold him)

Here's Teddy Bear being emo (even if he is totally adorable while doing it):