He may be small, but his bark is mighty. No yippy bark for Briscoe.
enjoying the ride
On our way home from the groomer yesterday, Briscoe rest his head on the car seat.
briscoe meets the dog park
On Saturday, Briscoe experienced his first taste of the dog park. The temperature was creeping its way into the 50s, the sun was shining and the grassy field was a mud pit. Briscoe, with the speed and stride of a young rabbit, thoroughly enjoyed playing tag with his doggie friends, including Miss Lola (2nd dog from the right), who I was counting on to show Briscoe the ropes.
Of course I played the part of nervous mother, getting anxious every time Briscoe ran close to the fence (what if he escaped?) or didn’t make his way back to me when called (why doesn’t he listen?). I also assumed the role of human doormat; my jeans were covered in muddy pawprints from all the excited and jumpy dogs in the park. Poor Briscoe was covered in mud. He was more brown than white by the time we were ready to leave. Naturally, I had the pleasure of bathing him all by myself when we returned home, as J was attending a work function. Now the bathtub needs a bath…
“Can I have some water, please? Thanks!”
to call the vet?
Hi, I’m PJ, and I’m a hypochondriac. My neurotic tendancies even extend to the people I love, including Briscoe. Case in point: I was going to call the vet this morning because my pup had something stuck to his right eyeball — a small fuzz/hairball. It was causing him major irritation (he kept rubbing his face against the side of the couch and on the rug) and for his eye to tear uncontrollably. But before I could get on the phone with the vet’s office, my husband was able to hold Briscoe down long enough to extract the fuzz/hairball. I have to give J major props for being brave enough to a) stick his fingers in our dog’s eye and b) piss off Briscoe by sticking his fingers in the dog’s eye.
And now we have a happy, fuzz/hairball-free puppy.
briscoe’s snow day
Last Friday night we got a couple of inches of snow–much to the delight of Briscoe, who loved playing in it the next day.
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