White and scary Christmas

We spent Christmas break up in Truckee with my family. Terra is still scared of my dad, even though he did everything right and I tried to do counter-conditioning. That didn't go great because it was hard to keep her under threshold while in the same room with him. She did best when she was on the far side of the room, with her back to a wall or piece of furniture for security. She even spent a little time hiding behind the curtains that close off the entryway, with just her face peeking through to see if it was safe.

On the first night, she woke me up with all the symptoms of bloat except for a swollen and hard abdomen: pacing, panting, drinking water, and unproductive efforts to vomit. I was so sleepy that I didn't think of it, and fortunately she was already improving by the time I thought of bloat 30 minutes later. It seems to just have been bad indigestion. She had diarrhea later that day and the next. She didn't eat until two days later.

Outside in the snow, she was a different dog. She ran in circles in joy at being off leash. I took her for a long hike every day.