Phew. Made it past the 13-week unlucky stage. Herbie is feeling much better as we scale the steroids down, to the point of naughtiness. We don't have many house rules, but one of them is: No Bones Upstairs. All dog-food remains downstairs.
Herbie smuggled a bone past me and into his bed in my bedroom. Holly's only ever tried it the once, and was caught straight away, clonking it up the stairs. Herbie got away with it for some time, until I realised the funny noise I could hear was Herbie grinding a bone down.
I can't be cross with him, in fact I'm rather pleased he's feeling well enough to misbehave. On the larger doses of steroids, he stops being a dog and starts being an ornament that needs feeding. He just lies in a little heap all day and doesn't want walks or attention. Now he's being pesky, and it's a huge relief.
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A naughty Herbie sounds wonderful. They soon pick up on the fact that they have become EXTRA special! (If that is possible!)
Thank goodness he's feeling better! Prince used to sneak upstairs to chew a bone on my bed (not his, I hasten to add!) and I never had the heart to stop him. I'm glad I didn't now - but I can't say I used to be pleased to find a 'rawhide basted' duvet cover awaiting me when I came to go to bed!
Graham, you're obviously much more tolerant than I am! For me, it's finding splinters of bone and slimy lumps of chewed stuff with my bare feet - as my French teacher used to say, j'ai horreur de ca...
Uugghhh!
I cannot tell you how pleased I am that he is feeling better (AND being naughty) Worried about you both. I know what you mean about the bones though - completely yuk !
Love and hugs from us xxx
Hi Handh, I know Graham has already tagged you, sorry for the duplication, but perhaps you could do 10 ?:o)
Hope all is well
10??? Oh nooo... Looks like I've got some work to do here :-)
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