Heat coma.
Notice his head is now almost level with the ground because his hole is so deep? Grr. I just relandscaped and put bark over that whole area and it took about 20 mins for the holes to reappear. Sigh.
With trepidation, I have been allowing the cats outside in the backyard as they don't seem to wander far and I keep a close eye on them. Dexter in particular, loves, loves, loves it! His interaction with the Polar Bear is totally different outside. PB is very watchful of him and much more affectionate with Dex outside. Stabitha is still wary of the outdoors, probably due to her earlier tree trauma and when she hears me coming, she assumes she is in big trouble and hurls herself back through the doggie door.
Spiders, dirt and the hot tub box comprise Dexie's favorite hiding spot under the deck. *Shudder*
Unfortunately the orange menace came out of his own coma when I took the photo but he was pretty funny sprawled out in all that mess under there which I can't reach to clean. I am afraid to even touch him when he comes inside now as he has spider webs on his whiskers and god knows what else in his fur. Ugh.
What better place to escape the heat than a fleece bed? I may be beautiful but I am not smart.
Me being me, I decided PB *had* to have a kiddie pool to cool off in so I went to Rite Aid today and purchased one for him. Of course by the time he overcomes his wariness of it, it will be cold and rainy again but it's there for him to get used to. If he utterly refuses to try it out, I know for a fact Samson and Jakester will love it!
Huh? You want me to do what?
For the first time ever, I allowed PB so sleep outside all night. It is so hot in my house and he is so miserable being inside that I just couldn't bear the thought of forcing him to stay in. He slept peacefully in one of his holes all night without a peep. I, however, did not sleep peacefully because I myself was sweltering and because I kept getting up to check on him. I am seriously considering sleeping on the deck tonight.
I would be happy to dig you a hole in your nice new bark mom!
PB is off to the vet tonight. He has somehow injured...something? Either his left or right rear leg but I can't tell. On July 4th, I took him for a very sedate walk and when we got home, he began screaming (not just crying or whimpering but screaming) in pain when he stood up, went up stairs, jumped into the car etc. He has not screamed for a few days but he still cries loudly when he makes certain motions. I suspect there is a joint problem in the back end as I have thoroughly examined him about 18 times and can't find anything in the pads, feet, skin etc. So off we go yet again to the vet to have him checked out.
Maybe Dexter did this to him in return for being swatted about the head after he tried to steal PB's bone:
Yum. Visualizing white fluffy Polar Bear....
I caught that orange thing chewing on one of my bathroom drawers the other day like a puppy would. Yes, I took a photo before I yelled at him and slid him across the wood floor. It wouldn't surprise me in the least if the orange menace, in his perpetually curious state, got into the kiddie pool himself and promptly drowned. At least the spiders would be off of him...
And thanks to all of you who hated my name ideas! I give up. I will turn the tables and request that someone submit a name they like and *I* will vote! I am quite fond of Laszlo as well but I can hear you all screaming at me already :)
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