I can’t help it. It’s the weather. Everything’s so dry my fur and my paws feel flaky and itchy. Then there are the mosquitoes on our nightly walks. They seem to prefer my black fur and gravitate in hoards! Mummy puts on some repellant cream just before I venture out which seems to help a bit but there are still those smart ones that remain undeterred.
Inspite of Mummy’s ministrations I have been itchy, especially where the harness rubs into my fur. Then there’s this pawticularly itchy spot at the base of my tail that’s really troublesome. So yesterday, when no one was looking I chewed off all the fur so there’s a large 2 inch long furless raw patch!
It felt really good!
Unfortunately Mummy wasn’t in the least bit amused. Well, you’ve to agree it wasn’t as bad as Buddy chewing off a part of his paw-pad (YES! He did just that sometime back!) but apparently it wasn’t acceptable.
So ‘SHREEIIIEK! Shadow has eaten his tail fur! Wash, scrub, medication’ later there was this thick layer of smelly cream covering the area I had worked so hard upon.
‘Don’t lick, Okies Shadow baby? You’re a goody boy’, Mummy snuggled close and returned to her book.
Normally I let stuff rubbed into me be. Unlike Buddy who has to lick, chew, eat everything I know what’s good edible stuff and what’s not! But this spot was - like I’d told you - pawticularly itchy. So when Mummy stopped my chin-rub and stuck her nose deeper into her new book, I decided I could work on it again. After all it is my tail! So I licked off that smelly cream before it could dry and chewed off some more fur.
I don’t know what brought mummy back to the world but suddenly there she was - ‘SHREEEIIK! Shadow has licked off the medication!’
Tooth brushing and rinsing hard followed, as if it was going to help. Ministrations on my tail was repeated and I was called ‘A BAD BAD Dog!’
Me, a BAD Dog? After being the most tolerant and accepting of Mummy’s ministrations always? I don’t see where my fault is. Shouldn’t Mummy have paid better attention to me instead of her book?
I don’t think I want to talk to her or lounge close to her or give in to her hugs ever again. And I am not going to come when called. In fact I’m going to sulk!