“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.
“Don’t eat apples behind my back, ok?”
Piri loves apples. I ate one behind his back and now he monitors me every 15 minutes or so.. peaking into the bedroom to make sure I have nothing in my hands.
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.
what do you say we go for an “end of” summer cut at the groomer’s?
The first time we picked up Piri after his summer cut session we thought there was a mistake. Instead of a cocker spaniel, there was a jumbo size chihuahua with floppy ears in front of us begging us to take him home. I still remember laughing at his downsized paws and ears that looked like two pieces of paper plastered to his head.