Our little shih tzu Miss Toot is now completely blind. Her sense of direction was lousy when she had sight, and it is now nil. On top of that, with her little pushed-in snout, her sense of smell isn’t all that great, either. So Mommy or Daddy have to carry her out to “take the air”.
We don’t want her anywhere near the pool – she has already had two nice but unanticipated little swims therein. So we deposit her on the grass, and let nature take its course. Then, we watch. She invariably heads off with great confidence and a cocky little gait – in the absolute erroneous direction. So, we haul her back inside. and she gets a nice drink of water. Out with the old, in with the new.
I have decided that her new nickname is “Wrong Way Corrigan”.
Lucy the tzoodle (that’s shih tzu/poodle, also known, when she’s being bad, as our shiht-poo), on the other hand, is young and full of piss and vinegar. Also, she will eat/chew on virtually anything. John is always picking up sticks that she brings in, along with other vegetation. But today, I was at my computer and heard a loud kerfuffel in the bedroom.
It was John, and frankly he was yelling at Lucy. Being 10 months old and a Whirling Dervish much of the time, Lucy gets yelled at a lot, by both of us – but this sounded serious.
“ARE YOU CRAZY, you silly dog? Don’t you KNOW how bad that is for you? Of COURSE you don’t – so I’m telling you now. DON’T EAT THIS. BAD BAD BAD for you, you dumb puppy! How many times do we have to tell you? DO YOU WANT A BAD PUPPY TUMMY ACHE? DO YOU WANT A TRIP TO VET? NO, you DON’T! Take Daddy’s word for this! STOP, Lucy, STOP! Go back to STICKS, PLEASE! I won’t even yell at you over sticks anymore, I PROMISE!”
Yep. Threatening, passing on important information, and negotiating – with a puppy. Always successful. Still, he tries. And she looks at him with true adoration, so maybe SOMETHING is getting through.
Meantime, I am interested now. This was a major kerfuffel. John had been in the shower, and when he came out, he had found Lucy chowing down on something yummy. She had one piece in her mouth, and he stepped on a couple of other pieces in his bare feet. Hence the kerfuffel.
He got it off the carpet and out of her mouth. It was pieces of the pool deck, which has some bad areas. Not many, and not large, but enough for a puppy to delight in, and to bring into her area for later nom noms.
We KNOW she’s teething, and that almost anything tastes good to her. But seriously – pool decking?
Being a huge fan of Bosch and of his creator, Michael Connelly, I had but one choice, of course.
Lucy is now the “Concrete Blonde”.