We are hip deep in Heartworm Treatment Territory at 504 Sheraton these days, and lo, they are long days. June 27th cannot come soon enough. Keeping a young dog on “bed rest” for 10 weeks is the experiential equvalent of driving across the entire state of Kansas with a three year old child strapped in the back seat. THERE IS NO WINNING. There is only surviving.
Things Columbo likes to do:
- monitor the fenceline for intruders
- bark at shit
- eat (anything)
Things Columbo is allowed to do:
- eat (dog food)
It is a festival of FAIL at our house these days, and there’s really not that much we can do about it. Lord knows I’d be gnawing on the upholstery too if I had no forebrain and was being kept indoors 23 1/2 hours a day, every day.
So far he’s done very little actual damage – lucky for us he seems to enjoy gumming more than ripping and shredding.
*Columbo is a boxer mix, and he jumps up and down JUST LIKE THIS: