A much less stressful day today. Spot seems to have made a full recovery. He has returned to his incorrigible saucy self and has probably eaten two dozen if not more treats because I have bowed to his every whim.
He actually walked around the park once today making a nuisance of himself by bouncing and spinning around Cathy, Lynne and Mori as he tried to gain their attention for a cookie. On his own I think he cleaned them all out.
I think the dosage on his new meds will have to be lowered. He was up at six o’clock this morning! Something he has never done in the almost 8 years we’ve had him. He has not had more than five minutes sleep today and that certainly is not like him. Obviously the meds are making him buzz. We’ll get that sorted.
Anyway, from the park he led me to Carolyn’s house where he stuck his nose in the cookie jar as soon as he walked in. It is very difficult to carry on a conversation when one has to put up with a spoiled bulldog demanding his way, which, alas, he certainly has a way of doing. We didn’t stay long and I’ll have to continue our conversation over the phone.
In the afternoon we stopped at the book store to see Cathy and he carried on with his sauciness and I actually had to scold him. He did settle down while I browsed for books but I knew it wouldn’t last long so out we went and off home.
Later: Called the vet and told her that The Boy has been vibrating around the house since six this morning. “Don’t give him his pill tonight and cut the tablet in half in the morning. He should settle down by six or seven tonight.” Sounded like a good plan. Poor guy.
By five p.m. he was doing a little dance so I thought I’d better get him out to the back forty and see if I could walk some of the energy out of him. Out we went and he dashed over to the side fence and peed for about thirty seconds. He then scooted off to the back where he proceeded to munch on grass for about three quarters of an hour, barfing twice but looked much better after. We then headed down Lake Street where he had a lovely poop alongside the school yard fence. Back to the apartment and he finally flopped down in the kitchen at around six-thirty. His breathing slowly got back to normal and he drifted off to sleep.
I snuck out and played a couple of games of darts tonight and when I returned he was sound asleep under the bed. Right now I’m sure the neighbour below us can hear his snoring vibrating through her ceiling.
He actually walked around the park once today making a nuisance of himself by bouncing and spinning around Cathy, Lynne and Mori as he tried to gain their attention for a cookie. On his own I think he cleaned them all out.
I think the dosage on his new meds will have to be lowered. He was up at six o’clock this morning! Something he has never done in the almost 8 years we’ve had him. He has not had more than five minutes sleep today and that certainly is not like him. Obviously the meds are making him buzz. We’ll get that sorted.
Anyway, from the park he led me to Carolyn’s house where he stuck his nose in the cookie jar as soon as he walked in. It is very difficult to carry on a conversation when one has to put up with a spoiled bulldog demanding his way, which, alas, he certainly has a way of doing. We didn’t stay long and I’ll have to continue our conversation over the phone.
In the afternoon we stopped at the book store to see Cathy and he carried on with his sauciness and I actually had to scold him. He did settle down while I browsed for books but I knew it wouldn’t last long so out we went and off home.
Later: Called the vet and told her that The Boy has been vibrating around the house since six this morning. “Don’t give him his pill tonight and cut the tablet in half in the morning. He should settle down by six or seven tonight.” Sounded like a good plan. Poor guy.
By five p.m. he was doing a little dance so I thought I’d better get him out to the back forty and see if I could walk some of the energy out of him. Out we went and he dashed over to the side fence and peed for about thirty seconds. He then scooted off to the back where he proceeded to munch on grass for about three quarters of an hour, barfing twice but looked much better after. We then headed down Lake Street where he had a lovely poop alongside the school yard fence. Back to the apartment and he finally flopped down in the kitchen at around six-thirty. His breathing slowly got back to normal and he drifted off to sleep.
I snuck out and played a couple of games of darts tonight and when I returned he was sound asleep under the bed. Right now I’m sure the neighbour below us can hear his snoring vibrating through her ceiling.
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