Yesterday the kindest of vets, Dr. Sarah, visited us in preparation for the use of anti-anxiety medication. Bella cooperated with Sarah despite her fear. I thought it best to bring Bella outside for the exam in order to reserve the sanctity of her room, and so that she would stand for the exam. Although she did not accept the chicken treat bribe, Bella tolerated Sarah's touch and even made some eye contact with her. Through out the gentle procedure, Bella tracked me, turning her head woefully after me if I stepped inside for a moment. Afterwards, I thought I would give Bella a walk, but when I opened the door to get my boots, she tore inside frantically. She knew enough to stop briefly in the foyer, allowing me to disconnect her leash, before retreating to her room, which she then did, in great haste. From the safety of her bed, Bella finally ate her chicken, and rested, panting. Since Dr. Sarah's visit, she has shortened her walk slightly, and tucked her tail a bit more.