Thursday, March 3, 2016
The Breo report
Breogán has filled out and is in the rudest of good health.
He still pulls on walks and then makes horrible gasping sounds, but we´re working on it. The outbound leg is always worse than the return. He hates going out in the rain, which is a challenge in our climate. He loved the brief snowfall last weekend.
Especially after eating, he gets bursts of energy that result in a lot of rough play and the word ¨no¨ doesn´t seem to have much effect. But, he knows ¨sit¨ and ¨down¨ and more or less reliably comes when called. ¨Give¨ is a foreign concept, especially with his new ball. He LOVES his new ball. Deciding between a slice of hotdog and his ball is a deeply wracking existential question. You can see it in his eyes.
In an effort to keep him occupied with something other than rending and tearing everything within reach, I bought a half dozen 10¨rawhide chew bones. He ate the first one in under an hour. So then V and I were anxiously watching his bowel movements, fearing intestinal perforations and other horrible side effects. Our hovering made him nervous and that night he eviscerated his dog bed, moved the washing machine and chewed the cable, chewed on the chestnut doors and was generally a pill. We´ve calmed down since, and so has he, though we now get up an hour earlier so he doesn´t have a chance to get bored in the mornings.
It will all even out when the daylight savings time changes later this spring. Assuming we survive.