Picking up Daisy...

Today was finally the day that I had planned on picking Daisy up from the boarding facility. But of course I couldn't do that in the morning, since I really didn't want to pick her up and drop her off at my apartment again. So I had planned on doing that in the evening after work. What I didn't plan on was having an dentist appoint right after work. But since that was an appointment regarding my dentures...I really didn't want to re-schedule that.
I left work around 4 pm and headed to the dentist. Turns out that the crown they had planned to put in wasn't ready due to a screw up the the dental technician. So the dentist looke if there were anything else to do. But luckily for me there wasn't. By the time I was done I was almost certain that I could pick up Daisy. So I called a cab and headed for the boarding facility. Rush hour traffic actually wasn't bad at all and I arrived at the boarding facility just in time. I got to talk a little with the owner and they really liked the absolute senior resident of the facility. I walked into Daisy's room...and boy was she pissed. She didn't even look at me. No wagging tail no greeting...nothing. I put colar and leash on her and walked her to the cab. Still no reaction from Daisy. Put her into the cab and headed back home.
We than walked through the apartemnt and Daisy checked things out. She finally went to drink. I realized how badly Daisy was smelling. Like a dirty dog. And Daisy doesn't smell that way even if she hasn't taken a bath in  month. But that was something that had to wait. I took her for a long walk and Daisy slowly started to come around again. Familiar sounds and surroundings did the trick. But not sure why she really had quite some diarrhea. I really felt bad for her. Once we got back home it was bathing time for Daisy. At first she didn't like it...as usual. But then she just let it happen. Lots of water and lots of doggie shampoo finally wached the stench out of Daisys coat. After that of course she got a couple of doggie cookies.
Slowly Daisy was even up for some petting. But for that she has to come on her own. And she did. Didn't take too long for her to finally go on her doggy bed an crash in a deep sleep. Then I knew everything was fine again...my old girl was finally home again and feeling secure. And it looks like Daisy's separation anxiety is not back with a vengeance.