On Friday Bear and I took pup to the pet store with us to get him a new harness and lead so he can go for walks once he’s had his nine week vaccination tomorrow. If a puppy could get cabin fever, I’d say he has it. Two weeks stuck indoors with only a patio area to explore and the same two humans to look at day in and day out… boring.!! So we enticed him into his travel crate and took him out for a browse around the local pet place, adhering to the 2 metre distance rule while asking advice and queuing at the checkout. We eventually decided, after he’d done his turn as a catwalk model, on a padded silver/grey and black Y harness that can be adjusted as he grows and a sapphire blue lead.
He was none too impressed with all the attention and even less so with the car rides there and back. He spent half an hour with his new harness on on Friday and spent the entire time trying to get it off. On Saturday he spent another half hour in it and even had the lead attached so he could be walked around the living room and patio area. He gets the idea, but isn’t entirely convinced it’s something a big dog should be doing. Yesterday he kept it on for 35 minutes and roamed around like the Battle Cat from He-Man, his butt wagging as he walked. Still not used to it. Today it stayed on for an hour, but only because he fell asleep with it on.
I spent a fair part of Friday afternoon cleaning moss off the bricks around the garden fence, because the walking stomach decided to start chewing on it. I swear he does it just to piss me off. He’s taken to chewing on the bike chains and mud flaps and pedals and pretty much any damned thing that means I have to chase him off or bring him something else to chew on. Damn dog’s too clever for his own good. He adores Bear though, so that takes a little pressure off of me to be his full time servant and go-to chew toy. He’s also sleeping a little better now, which means I am too. Three hours 27 minutes straight last night before he peed like a racehorse and decided it was playtime. I was not amused.
On Saturday he managed to hurt his back right paw, catching one of his claws in something and tearing the skin. I have no idea how he did it, but there was a lot of blood. I washed his paw in warm water and tried to get a better look, but he wouldn’t let me. Thankfully it stopped bleeding, but I’m still going to mention it to the vet tomorrow and get him to take a look. He also needs to check out doggo’s mouth, as the dopey little sod decided to chew on the latch of his bed crate yesterday and hurt himself again. He didn’t half yelp and tried to hide under the dining table but I went after him and made sure there was no blood and he had all his baby teeth intact. He gets told ‘No’ every time he heads for the cage door to chew on it, but he still goes ahead and does it. Maybe this time he’ll learn. They say pain’s a great teacher. Time for obedience training though me thinks. It wouldn’t hurt Bear to learn either. 😀
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