I've got two very lovely and clean doggies that smell like oatmeal cookies after their baths this morning. For a dog that has had a lot of skin and coat issues, I'm kind of in love with how gorgeous Charlie's coat is lately.
My youngest brother is off playing footy this afternoon, as usual, and it's a local game so I'm taking Charlie down and we'll go for a walk around the suburb while my dad watches my brother play.
I'm determined to get to the beach at least once with the dogs over this holiday break, because we haven't been for months and months- and even though it's nearly the middle of winter, and it's pretty chilly, they can still have a blast without necessarily having to go for a swim.
I wormed the dogs today as well; I use Drontal, "tasty chewables", which both of them have always nommed on without issues. I gave Charlie his, he gobbled them up and looked at me, waiting for more which he wasn't getting, then gave Jack his. He needed two and a half of them, so I have him the first half piece and he chewed it, scrunched up his nose and went to spit it out but I leapt in, clamped his jaws shut and massaged his throat until he swallowed it. I gave him one of the whole pieces and told him if he didn't co-operate and chew it up, I'd have to shove it down his throat.
He spat it out, so down the throat it went. He looked very indignant, and promptly grabbed the final tablet on the ground, made a great show of slowly chewing it and throwing it around his mouth before swallowing it and stalking off.
Threats obviously do work.
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