A Pen is Not for Play

CHEWY: I didn’t know what all the fuss was about until it was too late. I love it when I hear a truck stop in front of our house and footsteps coming closer tell me a package is arriving. This time it was a big box. Probably too big for treats, but I can hope. I tried to help her get into it, without success. In a few minutes she had this thing with wheels put together. It sat in the living room for a few days and then, she opened the front door and took it outside. Wait! What about me, your little buddy? Sure enough, she picked me up and put me into the thing she calls a stroller. Then she wheeled me down the sidewalk for a weird walk. Hey, when do I get to pee? That was a short walk, but I had no idea what was coming next.

The stroller sat there for days. Then another box arrived. I greeted the man on the other side of the door with a rousing bark. The box was tall and skinny. And maybe heavy, because she dragged it into the house. She opened it immediately and dumped a long skinny cloth bag onto the floor. Then she opened the bag and dumped out a contraption with legs and a couple of wheels. She struggled with that for a while until suddenly there was this boxy thing standing on the floor. And she put me into it! Huh? 

I like to explore boxes, but I had no idea what was coming.  She took me out of the playpen left it next to the stroller. Next thing I knew, she was feeling sad and we were driving to the vet. He’s a nice man who sits on the floor with me once in a while, in between poking and prodding. The ladies in the hospital put me in a kennel and gave me shots and cut off some of my fur and stuck things into me. I don’t know exactly what happened, but the next thing I knew I was kind of awake and wanting to throw up and I couldn’t feel one of my legs. 

Hours and hours went by. They talked to me and petted me and took me out once in a while but I just wanted to go home. Soon it was night and I couldn’t believe I was stuck in this awful place. They offered food, but that was not what I wanted. HOME! Please?

In the morning, still groggy, I was awake enough to tell them to get me out of there. So I barked. And barked some more. Next thing I knew, they stuck a pill down my throat and I drifted off to sleep. It was a long, sad day. I cried for my human mom. Am I ever going to see her again? 

They got me out of that infernal cage, at last, and took me outside and there she was in our car, as if none of this awful stuff had happened to me! She took me home, and what do you know, she put me down in that playpen. And I’m stuck there all day! No play going on here, folks! I’m tired and hungry and shaking and my leg is back, but it hurts and I can’t move it. Going out in the stroller is the only way I’m getting a walk, and being carried to the yard to pee is just not my idea of what a tough guy like me should be doing!

Chewy on Drugs

Chewy on drugs (1 of 1)

Today was our dry run for the long drive to Montana. Can’t have a wiggly whining doggie for hours in the car, so I tried half of one of the pills the vet recommended. Poor little boy–slightly nervous but VERY sleepy. He managed to stay awake, just barely,  and spent a couple of hours in the car while I ran errands. Very sweet, but not my usual perky guy!

I have visions of Chewy as an old man doggie, cuddled in my lap with no energy.  Nice, but now I’m waiting for him to start barking at lawnmowers, demanding I try to get the ball away from him, and standing by the treat drawer with that look of royalty in his eyes.

One-dog Night

Bed (1 of 1)

Warm bodies

snuggle buddies

relax together

hear heartbeats

wrapped in arms

embrace warmth

comfort in each other.

 

We drift back

to mother’s embrace

perhaps the womb–

place of comfort and promise

perception of life–

so strong, so sure

protected and safe

loved and nourished.

 

Explains why we like bear hugs

shoulders to lean on

caressing hands.

So lie still, little buddy

and let me hold you

while knowing deep down

you are holding me.

 

 

TO TRIM OT NOT TO TRIM

before haircut

BEFORE

I’ve known men who were hairy. Some who could take a comb to their arms or legs or backs. But I’d never seen hair on a male’s penis until I had a boy dog. Chewy is my first pet who needs grooming. That is, he has hair that grows, not fur. I’ve put off taking him to a groomer and use my own scissors to snip the hair on his cute Yorky face, hair that would otherwise be in his eyes.

For six months since I brought Chewy home, I’ve watched him develop a real beard, something akin to a lion’s mane next to his ears, and a beautiful silky coat that is a pleasure to touch. What I keep noticing with concern, however, is the one inch long tuft of hair that hangs down from his little penis. Sometimes when I’m rubbing his tummy, I have the distinct feel of something oily and not too pleasant smelling. I figure it’s leaked from that adorable tuft of hair.

I can’t blame Chewy. He spends a lot of time cleaning himself every morning and at other times when there’s nothing else to do.

There’s no way I have the guts to trim that myself. One wrong move and I’d have a lot of explaining to do to the vet. Does one ask the groomer to cut penis hair? Is it a routine part of the package, just like cleaning out the anal glands and trimming the claws?

I guess I could look on some Yorky website, but those folks who adore their pure-bred canines would certainly find me odd. Like who cares about a part Yorky, part Chihuahua, part who-knows-what mutt?

I could Google “hair on dog penis,” but I fear what pictures might come up.

I suppose I could get out the wipes or a wet towel and clean him off after every walk, but I’d really rather not get into the habit of touching my dog in a way that could be considered fondling. So I guess I’ll wait until I get to the groomer and just ask casually, “So is it customary to cut the penis hair?” I may look like an idiot, but only once.

P.S. I needn’t have worried. The groomer smiled and said, “Yes, that’s all part of the ‘Sanies’ or personal trim, which includes shaving the hair on his butt.”

AFTER:

after haircut