Tag: dog

Lovely walk with a lovely dog on a lovely day. It’ll all go downhill from here…

Generally, big black dog refers to depression, but this time it factually refers to a big black dog, who was super well-behaved while we saw the new year in with Colin, Karen and the kids. We had raclette, nitraty-pig (hmmmm nitrates) and played cat bingo, exploding kittens, ticket to ride and a really abbreviated round of cranium. Fun night. We needed something like that, even if the price is a slight hangover this morning.

Pretty much same thing to report as from the last time we had Eric over. He’s a 40kg cat, a tongue connected to a stomach and a bladder, and Tolstoy is still an asshole.

Edit: I just realized that all the pictures of Eric are of him either sleeping or being bouncy, with the odd one of him looking longingly at food. Conclusion, he’s a lab.

Today is the day this guy goes home. We had him for two weeks. Hard to imagine that for the first 3 days, he’d bark at me every time he saw me in the morning. Now he’s a giant cuddle bug. Besides from wanting to smell everything all the time and wanting to play with all the dogs, he’s actually a really good boy. He’s super improved on his leash-walking. Never underestimate the power of the treat bag. He still pulls, and if I’m not braced for it, he can drag me around, but the bungee-leash really helps for that.

Edit:

I never actually blogged about the fact that Juno accidentally broke Katy’s finger in a freak leash-pull accident, which subsequently required orthopedic surgery and months of physiotherapy afterwards.