Wendy and I walked baxter for a long while this morning, all the way to Farley's and back. He's such a happy dog these days, tail up, ears forward, unless he sees me and then it's ears back butt wraggling and wriggling, tail pumping. Has a human ever done that for me? Not sure. there is nothing like an animal's love. so straightforward.
I feel the iron locking around my heart. There's a dog and a kind human waiting for him across the GG bridge.
I covered the back seat with pads, and sure enough the poor guy egan to drool almost before we'd gone a block. By the bottom of the hill, he'd thrown up, the first of four times. We stopped and walked him once, otherwise i petted him and told him what a good boy he was and wendy drove with all the windows open and he drooled and looked miserable and threw up.
At cid's house he bucked enough to be happy to see mucci. mucci was in fine doggie form, much more boisterous in his own home. I inspectd the house for safety and dog love and cruelty free products and found keihls and bumble and bumble (i thought they were fine but they're not.) we discussed writing a letter to the companies and also phasing them out. wendy kept giving me the eye to leave and i kept dawdling. baxter peed a few times, marking the house, and I realized that maybe i hadn't prepard cid for that. later she would call me in a panic and i would explain how you really had to limit his options, and not let him go everywhere and he won't soil in what he thinks is "his" area. I also told her that I too had had a hard time with the peeing until I realized that it was all clean-up-able and that i had to let go a little and lighten up about furntiure which was easily cleanable,fixable or replacable, and concentrate on a dog's heart, which really was broken, and that was where the care really needed to be.
finally it was time. I called him outside, bent over, and wept into his neck.
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