Yes, my second dog post of the day. I’m on a roll. This one’s regarding my inimitable Boston Terrier, Spunky.
He’s called my Spunky 360 because you need eyes around your head to watch him. If you can’t see him, he’s into something. I decided to include the “Spunky Yawn” so you that you’ll understand why he needed his 3rd surgery for foreign objects last December (the reason for my blog hiatus). This time the vet removed six small pieces of plastic and a junk of Jolly ball.
His half-brother Chipper celebrated his 10th birthday December 15, but at the rate Spunky is going, I’m holding my breath he sees his fifth this February… we’re not there yet.
Spunky is one of those canine problem children, whose owners either decide to surrender them to a shelter or rescue because they’re overwhelmed with behavior issues and the resultant vet bills, or, they’ll put up with the canine antics, make daily use of a crate or x-pen, and pray the pet insurance company doesn’t drop them.
In late December, I tried to enroll Spunky in an Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) research trial being conducted by the Tufts University Cummings School of Veterinary Medicine. You can see he’s not short on problems. (Excuse me while I stop for a moment; Olympia, my GSD, wants to eat Spunky.) There, back. Spunky play-taunts the girls, and then develops a case of the zoomies when the girls close in, which leads to a chase-me scene across the back yard.
So now that he’s safely back inside, he’s reverted to his OCD behavior of first licking the blanket for about twenty minutes straight, and then wadding it up into a ball where he sucks on it and falls asleep. You can see from the photo that there is no shortage of OCD or blankets in my house.
So in order to keep both my sanity and Spunky safe, I’ve resorted to increased us of his crate, which he greets with relentless mournful protests, and are hard to ignore. And I’ve made it my mission that Spunky’s mission to kill himself doesn’t come to pass. And that’s the latest on Spunkums.