Had to take the cutest of the doggies to the vet today. Nothing to do with yesterdays misadventures – but thanks for asking. She kept us awake in the night, obviously distressed and scratching at her ear. It turns out she has an ear infection, caused by swimming and the fact that we haven’t been plucking her ears properly. Apparently as part of her grooming we are meant to pinch out clumps of ear hair to keep the canals clear. Who new? Another example of my sadly neglectful animal management regime.
Next to the vets is a pet store that we took the opportunity to browse. My daughter got her fix of cute fluffy rodents and birdies, and we bought the poor ailing doggie a pizzle to munch on.
Also saw this outrageously expensive monstrosity.
No cat is worth that amount of money. And I bet when it’s set up in your living room, the cat will still claw the furniture and/or any of your limbs in preference.
update: terrible smells from two of the dogs tonight, which led to hasty showers for them both. It wasn’t till afterwards that we realized the smell was coming from the pizzle. An afternoon of being chewed on released the odour of something long dead, which spread to everything it touched. Eventually had to throw it out into the neighbours wheelie bin. Hope the bin doesn’t get ravaged by dogs in the night. It’ll make a terrible mess and I’d end up feeling guilty. Anyway, zero stars out of five for that product: would not buy again. Although on second thought, maybe half a star for the name itself.
This one’s for you, Fiona:
The pizzle story returns