HAVE YOU SEEN THIS WOMAN?
If you’ve seen her, you call nine-wah-wah because she stole my border collie’s HAIR
hahahaha just kidding. Auntie Wendy came over to give Wootie another shave down, since he obstinately decided he needed to grow all his coat back, and we decided Dexter would probably be happier, cleaner and smell nicer without his too so we did a two-fer.
He looks a little funny maybe, but I am already used to it, and I think he probably feels a lot better too. I took him and the other old man dog both to the U Groom and scrubbed them up good first because Wootie looked like an old area rug that had not been vacuumed in a while, and Dexter smelled like I stash him in the dumpster every day when I go to work. His itches have returned with a vengeance and I don’t really want to put him back on the Apoquel, and the itchies make his coat all gross and stinky, so without it I can give him wipe downs every day with an anti itchy shampoo and also the underlying urine smell that travels with him can be more easily managed. Because of his inability to concentrate his urine he just leaks a little bit all the time and without hair he’ll be easier to clean up.
He was a very good boy and very patient while he got mowed. I miss his Man Mane, but I won’t miss the matts he gets all in his pants and neck hair and bathing suit area.
Wootie was also a good boy, though he sang the songs of his people at the U Groom when I blow dried him, and then for good measure pooped in the tub when we were done.
Although my old man is doing as well as can be expected in his very advanced age, he is starting to decline and it makes me sad. He has started pacing around in circles outside if we are not actively moving in a direction, and if we are actively moving in a direction he sometimes goes in a different direction because he is both mostly deaf and now going blind. He has started wearing a bear bell because I lose him at least once a walk in the tall grasses when he stumbles off trail and can’t get himself turned back around again. He mostly sleeps indoors and if we vary from our wake/sleep routine, he pees inside (ie if I sleep late). He also has not mastered the dog ramp my stepdad built for him; he is alright once he is on it, but can’t figure out how to get on it from the grass. He requires some navigation help from me.
It is tough to watch him grow so old and frail, but I am also so lucky and so grateful that he is still hanging around. And he still loves to eat – and he tried to steal a bully stick from the pet store today when we went for bathies.
What also makes me sad is this dog’s truly annoying bark.
She would be so much more awesome if she would just shut the hell up.
It’s a good thing she is fun to play stuff with. When she is not making god awful sounds from her face hole.
Add thinks it’s sad that we aren’t playing in her pool, because it’s too hot to do much else. Which is why there are no photos of anyone else – they were all hiding in the shade.
And I am posting this photo only because I like it, because it makes Addy look like she has long IG legs.
