Welcome back to Cleveland Chronicles.
I skipped a week. According to my files, I started to post but who knows what lurks in the mind of Sally?
We survived a vet check, the vet seemed a little bit lost but impressed with the paperwork from Canine Companions and asked a few times when I had his teeth done. I replied at least twice that I brush them every day.
Big guy weighed in at 77 even. Considering the pull harness and leash I suspect he is still at the weight he was when we left campus.
Last weekend we went to the cemetery. I married into a family who have been here for generations. It was a long walk through Sunset Hills.
We are adding distance to the inhaler command, working on perfecting the task of going under my wheelchair to get the things I drop.
For fun these days we play at hiding the toy. Of course, I hide it as he watches and he seems to love getting it from increasingly awkward places. My son also gets in on the game.
Cleveland will not cross even the suggestion of a doorway without some sort of go ahead from me. He does not leave the room I am in. I like it because I never have to look far to find him. It just seems like a curious behavior to me, a built-in perk.
Another curious behavior involves what I call, “I have a toy but I’m not playing with you.”
He will take his toy and begin circling us holding the toy in his mouth, tail wagging. When we reach in or encourage him to ‘give’ he continues his circle, eventually laying down on his bed.
Walmart has little stuffed bones with squeakers inside. Cleveland goes through about two a week. At $1.97 DH bought 4 new ones. I keep an eye on them and as soon as I see the stuffing, out it goes.
This weekend he is going to Pet’s Mart for his first grooming session.
Until Next Time – Don’t Touch Anything Sharp.