Cute lil feller.
Makes me think of my lil guy.
He’s just the best baby. So loving, so full of joy, loves to play and happy to learn new disciplines.
He’s a Cocker Spaniel and the best.
Sadly Cockers are known for hip displacia and thin bones.
He’s only 3 and a couple days ago, somehow, he cracked his pelvis.
He wants to be held, lay right next to me, kisses me constantly (he’s normally not a kisser) and paws at me, as if to beg “Please! Help me! I hurt and I know you can make it go away!”.
Sadly, I can’t fix it.
We’ve crated him, to prevent further injury.
Makes me sick.
I never, ever yell at him. Not even when he somehow got a hold of my wallet. $600 bucks torn up, had to replace all my credit cards, my dues card for Masonry, my county gun safety card and he ate two 1$100 bills.
A friend said he’d be pissed. I picked him up saying “Look at this punk. Is this the face anyone could be mad at?”
You’d have to see this pig.
Just the best. He didn’t mean anything by it. He just wanted to chew on something that smelled like me and it made him feel wo good.
I chalked it up to him being a baby.
I had a talk with him, as he looked sheepish, like he couldn’t help it.
Big baby. He didn’t mean it. I love him.
Hopefully, he will heal but, I fear our days of hide & seek and fetch are over.
We’ll find other ways to entertain each other. If I have to I’ll make a little cart, so he can drag his broken ass around.
The good news is he lives in a day and age where God has made the arts and sciences available to man and he can be operated on, if it comes down to it, and be healed.
I pray to God he will heal and continue being....well....himself.
Po baby.
Gonna have create a new system to groom and bath him.
Pig.