After four months we have reached an accommodation in our house regarding the supper and water bowls – no snarling, it’s okay to share.
This is a big deal. Stormy still bullies Edzell on occasion. He’s my battered senior from time to time. Not that she physically whups on him, but I find him hiding and the only reason for that is that she’s snarling and snapping at him. To say she has unresolved issues is an understatement. He’s so easy going it’s just easier to find a place to hide and that he does.
The dinner dish was a point of contention for months. And Ed is so blind and deaf that he didn’t even know she was mad at him. Kind of a blessing. But in the last few weeks the nastiness has abated and they share the bowls without an issue. I’m counting the small blessings. If only we could all get along as well.
That’s it. Just wanted to write about the dogs. And put up a picture. I never know if it will be the last one I take of my boy. I’m doing pretty well with that concept but it’s still sad. I shall miss old “Thunderpaws” when his time at the water bowl is done.
Two noses, two bowls, no waiting.
What pet of yours holds a special spot in your heart? Which one was the most adaptable?
So how many years has Edzell seen, Joe?
14 years young.
Where is the beer bowl?
He was the designated driver.