piri in his blue booties and snowflakes on his nose.

his face gets me every time

you’re looking rather dapper today, piri

getting a bit of cool air on thanksgiving morning out on the balcony.

“when do i get to eat the turkey?”

autumn mornings with piri the cocker spaniel.

piri loves car rides. zoom! 

“ahhh! off with the cone! now! please..?”

piri, i too wish that you didn’t have to wear that e-collar. you keep smacking me in the face with it when you want to cuddle in my arms. 

“no one shall pass”

piri the cocker spaniel.. also the gatekeeper to the kitchen.

“don’t let mama know”

they are always plotting things behind my back 

Piri’s mild Napoleon Complex

Right after Piri’s very late-in-age neuter surgery, he showed on-leash agression to dogs, especially to those that were bigger than him. But with Maya he never growled or picked a fight and she was always good to him. Although I avoided socializing him for a while, as soon as he was reunited with Maya inside the dog run, it was as if he never had aggression issues. He’s much better now but every time I think back to those weeks following his tough surgery (he had to go under twice and then rushed to the emergency clinic when the bleeding wouldn’t stop), I feel terrible… as if I didn’t make the right decision for him. But I’m happy… happy that I belong to him.