Mom was watching me make biscuits this morning. She gets such a kick out of my tiny paws at work, so I made a few extra just for her. Got to keep the pawrents happy.
I was all alone most of Friday. Mom and I discussed that, and we decided that I wasn't
all that happy being alone for so long. I mean, it is nice to have some alone time,
but it was maybe a few too many hours.
Mom was also very surprised that I didn't flip out when Toby came home, smelling all funky.
I kind of didn't know what to do with him, but I was a good girl about it all.
Speaking of, he's doing pretty well. Sounds like himself now; his voice got very odd, fur sure. Sounded like a motoboat. Or so she says, I wouldn't know, myself. Her biggest challenge now is getting him his meds without handling his mouth too much; he lost the other bottom canine so that's tricky.
We didn't post a face pic last week because the night he came home, he just looked absolutely pitiful. All swollen and wonky and hazy-eyed, that bottom lip sticking out. So he was spared that indignity. Mom may never recover though.
Another PetSmart tidbit. I was there yesterday in line, right behind a man with a large mixed breed. About 80 lbs, and I'd say it was a mastiff mix, but that's just a guess. And unfixed - and it showed. He was extremely aggressive with every dog he saw, which was mostly tiny dogs (a tragedy in the making). The man couldn't really control him either. The dog had something wrapped around his muzzle but I guarantee he could have broken that if he wanted to. I actually backed up to make sure that dog didn't touch ME when he was moving around - I didn't want him to think I was a threat.
Rare to see a dog that openly aggressive at the pet store. People, FIX YOUR FURRY ONES.
We do NOT need that dog breeding.