Xoco was thrilled to have her Itzl back. She was really good for the dog sitter (we take care of one another's critters when stuff comes up - she has 2 dogs and 2 cats, I have Xoco, that pretty much evens out), as good as she ever gets for anyone but Itzl.
Once we found out Itzl was going to be in ICU for days instead of hours, she went to my place to get Xoco and her ramp.
She said Xoco gave her the "OMG I'm being DOGNAPPED" look and whined and cried the whole way to the vet so she could visit Itzl. Which then turned her angst to "OMG, I've been DOGNAPPED and taken to the DOG TORTURE PLACE!!!!"
She would be calm while she was lying beside Itzl, but she has the concentrati- oh shin- squir- cookie! So she'd notice she was at the Dog Torture Place and panic all over again.
The dogsitter took pity on her and left to her place. She said Xoco cried the whole way, until she pulled up in her driveway and opened the door. Xoco, who has been at her place many times not just for dogsitting but also for play dates so she'd place the house into her long term memory and (hopefully) remember it from visit to visit, did just that. She remembered the house and her whimpers turned to a happy doggy tail wag and she ran into the house to greet her favorite playmate and chase the kitties and drink the water.
Once there, she was well behaved. She ate, drank, pottied outside, played, and slept peacefully.
But when I showed up with Itzl to take her home, she was utterly thrilled.