We woke up this morning and seriously wondered if we had forgotten to put Orso in his crate. He did not make one sound all night. Perhaps it was the sleeping pills we took that made us think this, but regardless, for the first time all week we got to sleep a solid 7 hours! Woohoo!
We have settled nicely into a routine. Wake up at 7am-ish, pee and poop, breakfast right after, play, sleep, play, sleep some more, lunch at 2-230pm followed by some more poop, playing and sleeping all afternoon, dinner at 8pm with an encore presentation of poop. We like our routine. It is predictable. We can recognize his different cries and tantrums. There is a distinct difference among the "I am being ignored," "I am hungry," and "It's bathroom time" tantrums. He has officially trained us to recognize the difference - all in less
than one week.
His ear is completely flopped down. By 830am, I am on the phone with the vet's office only to learn that my vet, who does beautiful ears and tapes quite proficiently, is on vacation. How dare he???!!!!! After panicking and making a call to - you guessed it - Diane, we decide to allow a green vet who is there in his place re-tape the ears. We made an appointment for Saturday mid-day. In the interim, we rub his ears with vitamin E and giggle at how funny he looks.
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