Woozy pooch
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♥May. 18th, 2018 // 02:25 pm♥
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Today, Bob's been to the vet to have the lump on his leg removed. (We're pretty sure that it's benign, although will get it checked, but were worried that he'd catch it on things, especially given that he does tend to worry at it.) He was almost entirely a very good boy: he did lunge at one collie as the nurse was taking him through, but he was good with the two dogs in the waiting room before we saw her, and they say that he was good while he was in the back. Oddly, just before he lunged at the collie we were starting to relax because he was looking at it and wagging his tail; not sure what that means.
(When we went to collect him, the nurse brought him out of the back door rather than risk there being dogs in the waiting room. He then tried to go back inside again rather than come with us, so I don't think he was too traumatised by the experience.)
He's currently curled up on the couch and a bit stoned, but hopefully he'll be feeling more normal later on. It's very odd actually being able to see a square patch where they've clipped him, rather than just a slightly less dense area of fluff.
In general, I think that we are making some progress. He's still barking for far longer than necessary when someone comes to the door / drives past the house / is visible, but I think not for quite so long. He also saw some dogs we know and was fine with them, even when one of them bopped him on the nose for being too interested in sniffing her bum. It's just going to take a while. We're meeting a dog behaviourist in a couple of weeks (scheduling issues), and we're going to do it down at the beach so that we can guarantee lots of other dogs so that we can get a feel for things like safe distances and maybe even what it is that causes other dogs to be Evil.
We've been very busy in the garden, and I've now planted out my new flower bed (in what was the veg patch). Mike has a new chainsaw, so he's been having fun chopping things down. The first courgette is now of a size that you could pick and call it a baby courgette, but one baby courgette isn't really much use so I think we'll leave it a bit longer!
Edit: The drugs are wearing off, and he doesn't understand why he can't go for zoomies in the field. And he wants to lick it better, so now he has to have a Cone Of Shame (the inflatable isn't enough to stop him getting at it, unfortunately). And he is very unhappy.
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Dog smells
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♥May. 18th, 2018 // 11:26 pm♥
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Quite apart from his flatulence, which is considerable, Bob smells very different to Jo.
Except when he's quietly *seeping* from a surgical incision. Then, he smells just the same in a mix of veterinary cleaning product and... IDK, plasma? It's very evocative, whatever it is. And unhappy. |
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