Louie: A police record (and fluff / wool)

It was a routine morning potty walk to the small park at the end of the road when a very exciting thing happened. Person D found it most upsetting, but all I knew was that there was an offleash, very disobedient beagle, which came running in my direction, and that as Person D was struggling to control me and Kiya (she was just straining on the leash with friendly interest and curioisty), I thrashed about as much as I could - and broke free. Scuffles, mad screams from some very stupid women, cuts and scrapes sustained by Person D, bit of a superficial wound on the beagle, sprints around the park - I got a police record. But just a record. No prosecution, and rightly so. I was leashed. The beagle was not. And it ran in MY direction, and did not return to its persons when asked.

This is just for the record. Person D is very, very angry - with me, and with the beagle's persons.

I tried to look angelic for the rest of the day.








That aside, ever since my testes were (surgically) ripped out from me, my testicles have been shrinking. That is not the only side effect. I have been growing fluffy, woolly hair on my thighs and shoulders, and all along my belly. Like this.





Can you see it?





I don't like this woolly hair. My short, smooth hair has always been fuss free, but now when I go for my runs, or lie down on the ground outdoors, I get bits of soil and twigs and dead leaves caught in the fuzz.





Another thing: my tail. Person D loves my tail because she said that she never had a dog with a tail until I came along. She sometimes worry that my tail will get caught in the fan.






These days, it seems like both Persons D and S are gone for long hours in the day. Kiya and I will just sleep in the cool of the kitchen, and we look like dead dogs.




Especially how Kiya sleeps with her tongue sticking out.




But it's time for a run with Person D now!