Tag: dog
Chonking through the irises
We took Byron to Vuillerens. He enjoyed the sculpture garden, the fairy forest but was getting a bit hot in the iris beds.
Byron gets genAI’ed
Strength training
Love the fact that the chonk’s favourite toy at the moment is a barbell, which he can toss around like it weighs nothing…
Chonking through the tulips
Went walking through the tulip festival on saturday with El Chonk. He got lots of love, as is normal.
More Chonky goodness
I love my chonk
And I think he loves me.
Rough couple of days for the Chonk
The night from Sunday to Monday was a bit of an adventure for the Chonk, and not in a good way. He had a massive allergic reaction to something – exactly what, we don’t know – and broke out in hives and swelling. We made a 00:30 visit to the emergency vet in Etoy for antihistamines and cortisone shots, and then I spent the next hour cleaning all the floors (again, but with plain water this time) to make sure it wasn’t the floor cleaner I’d used earlier in the day that wasn’t the cause of the problem.
He went down like a rock, and spent most of monday completely wiped out. Seemed to perk up this morning.
Take your chonk to work
…and then bring him home soon after
I tried to bring Byron to the office today. He passed the behavioral assessment without issue, but then the fun began when he saw Katy leave (without him) and refused to go back to the dog-friendly office we have to use (in the equivalent of the siberian gulag of campus).
After several strops, I got him back to the office, but then he went into full guard dog mode, where every door opening or voice he could hear bug not see made him woof and growl. I was slobd in the fog office, but the people on the other side of the wall were starting to grumble, so I cut the test short and went bzvk home to finish my day.
We’ll try again soon.
The dog is a weirdo
First off, he’s a giant cuddlebug and doesn’t like the cold.
He’s also obsessed with busses, so walking past a bus stop can sometimes be an exercise in getting him past the benches and waiting for a bus to come take him home.
Did I mention he’s a giant cuddlebug who would live in my pocket if given the chance?
He loves going to La Rive and licking milk foam.
He’s the bestest boy. He’s a nutter, but he’s our nutter and I love him.