Not minor to Boomer who is stuck wearing a not so comfy collar until next Friday. There comes a time in every male dog's life where business needs to be taken care of to control dog population 'accidents'. Since Boomer is a pet and no plans to become a show dog with purposeful breeding, you know the rest of that story. He is not happy right now but will be back to feisty in a few days! He gets some collar reprieve each day with close supervision. Next Saturday - spa day to end his week of misery!
I came home to woodwork that apparently looked like food to Boomer. Thank goodness the shards of white painted flakes were on the floor else he would have needed a TUM!
With lots of warm sunny days in recent weeks, the day lily plants continue to grow and bud in spite of the leafy greens turning yellow. To Boomer's delight and mine, numerous small but bright yellow flowers continue to bloom. Boomer took pause to stop and sniff. He would have enjoyed a chow down as well, however I caught him before the bite down!
I've mastered the towel fold and Boomer has mastered the towel unfold! We then had a lesson in puppy behavior modification. REDIRECT. Boomer doesn't get to assist with laundry tasks in the future. Cute can quickly turn to annoying adult behavior.
My first attempt for a sit command worked out very well. Boomer sat, with front paws solid and calm. Great job! Eventually the sit command became boring I suppose. Boomer began sitting and then up on his hind legs and added a bit of a wave! It is a well known fact that the original Mediterranean Bichon breed was indeed used as circus dogs. So this Bichon didn't fall far from his 4-legged heritage! Action shot!
At 4 months, Boomer is struggling with gums that hurt and teeth needing to come onto the scene as they push out the baby needle teeth. Chew, chew, chew! A frozen toy with liquid center does the cold and temporary numbing trick; if only for 5 minutes! A long road ahead. Perseverance with a full set of adult teeth at the end of this 'OUCH' road!
Apparently Boomer doesn't know the socks go into the washer and not into his mouth to be laundered! Good thing he was diverted with a chewy bone. However, not before socks were everywhere from his grab and run routine!
I wrote A Sniff in the Park in 2012. Having a blast with books signings and readings.