Yeah thats what I think… I don’t think people properly understand whats involved. My best mate just got a beauty of a pup and he’s an early riser. Seems like having kids all over again.
Puppyhood is hard. Especially in the city where you’re so conscious of the barking. Otto was mad cute but also just ran around biting you until he’d had his jabs and could get outside to burn off the energy.
They are hard work, especially at the puppy stage and end of life. I had a beautiful staff/greyhound cross that was run over by a speeding hit and run. Only two years old. My boys were 8 and 10 at the time and was very tough.
This is Scout. Scout is an idiot. Scout won’t stay out of the water whether it’s a muddy puddle, dirty horse trough or the sea. She can smell the sea from a few miles away and starts whining with excitement in the back of the car. She leaps in through the waves even in mid winter and then later sits vibrating with cold on the beach. Hates a bath though of course.
Love her to bits, she’s a springer (as is every other dog in Dorset) but turned out really small which is quite handy so more cocker sized.
Yeah I found that hard to cope with when it happened to my childhood dog. It’s very sad to see. Steroid injections provided some respite but they were only a temporary fix.
Occasionally he dumps on the living room floor in the morning before we wake up. A bit like a shit morning Russian roulette. Also scared of his own farts.
Was originally for the kid but he’s always been mine. Sometimes answers to name Dickhead, when he’s being one.
My black lab used to just let them rip without a care in the world. Roobarb gets embarrassed and leaves the room and my parents collie jumps up, and one by one, sniffs everyone’s bums to find the culprit.