We obviously don’t just have small dogs; there are large dogs around, too. This horn belongs to our Rhodesian Ridgeback, but she’s learned to share with the grumpy old man…mostly because he can be downright rude, snarling at anyone attempting to take whatever it is he has. She is, thankfully, so tolerant of his attitude.
His seizures have been so few and far between that when he starts to have one, we look at one another, confused for a brief moment. Thank you, herbal remedies, proper diets, and most of all, to Ninja for being the most entertaining little tushyhole on the planet.
I am certain he is beyond tired of hearing it, buuuuut… could he get any cuter?! This little guy is a complete mess. He’s a prankster, loves to play with toys, and gives some of the best calf scritches!
Since adopting Ninja, we’ve been on a quest to find the perfect balance for his seizures. As of this post, we are over a month free and clear. Woohoo! Good quality foods, herbal remedies (which even I was skeptical of, but results are bueno), and lots of love and attention…that’s what seizure-free days are made of! =)
Late last year, I had the husband character build what we like to call The Chindowseat in what was once our oldest daughter’s bedroom. I doubt I have to explain why it is called such:
In an effort to fight off cabin fever, thanks to a cold and the zomgnoticyroadsinCentralTexasweareallgonnadie conditions, I put curtains up to make it look a little more like a bedroom again. For a brief moment, I was without an audience, furry or otherwise. Just as I began to reach for the blue war paint to shout FREEDOM!!! I felt a small paw on my calf…and before I knew it, I was surrounded.
My next attempt to escape will probably also be met with utter failure in fluffbutt form.
We have some very greedy little boys in our home. Normally quite docile and willing to share, your products have officially turned them into snarling Gremlinesque tushyholes:
Note how Ninja is more than willing to not only show you his official ‘gfy’ face, but he’s also displaying his claws of death. This is serious, Ma.I realize you bought four new Nylabones, but this one…this one right here…is mine, and I’m ready to throw ‘bows for it.
Meanwhile, Niko is watching over the “wall” to make certain no one gets any funny ideas about stealing his while acting as though he’s not upset at the growling coming from his right. Somehow, my sitting between them seemed like a good idea…thank goodness for my phone of sanity!
The other two bones from the packages are somewhere on the floor, or as we like to call it, ‘deep in the bowels of puppy day care’.
And to think, this all began with a Prime Now delivery of sinus medication and the thought that maybe they’d enjoy a treat for being disturbed by the doorbell…