Blondie Bear; in her sweet, misguided way, says he was nuttered: which is still correct if you think about it.
That first afternoon he was pretty sore and walked around stiff-legged on the back end.
He had a good nap that afternoon and was feeling better that evening. But he started licking at his incision. This has to be discouraged because keeping the incision wet promotes bacterial growth, which quickly becomes an infection. Since he’s due to transport out next Friday we really do not want that.
Shiloh is a good kid and I liked her right off. So when HairyFace decided to start house-training her after being here only a couple of weeks, I gave my approval. As long as he teaches her that inside play is NOT the same as outside play. She likes to sprint and tussle with Julian and Josephine out in the yard. That won’t fly in MY house! But Hairy knows that.
She was eager to get started and often hung out by the back door hoping to be invited inside.
As usual he started house-training by bringing her in and straight into a wire crate.
Blondie Bear has been feeling poorly for the past few months: she has the itchies real bad. She’s gone to see Dr. Sandra a couple of times. Dr. Sandra gave HairyFace some medicine for Blondie: that helped the itchies but made her sleepy. Now that the problem is clearing up and Blondie isn’t spending all her time either scratching or sleeping, she is getting to be her spunky self again. And that means she can be trouble for me sometimes.
Josie Bean has taken it in her mind that if she gets me up anywhere between 2:00 am and 4:00 am and goes outside that I should give her a stick-treat. We are in the habit of giving stick-treats to good dogs who go outside after they get up so they are “safe” to let run loose in the house. But that is after We the People get up, not whenever they decide they need a snack. She’s trying to con me: and it’s not the first time.
They have doors EVERYWHERE. But doors get in the way of us doggers. Most of the time, we cannot open these doors and must “request” assistance from the Peoples if we are to pass through. So we learn signals to alert the Peoples of our need.
I bark. Just once. Loud and sharp. Blondie Bear scratches on the metal part of the door. We teach these signals to our paduan learner foster dogs, they choose which they prefer. Or … come up with something of their own. Many start out with sitting on the porch staring at the door, willing it to open.