A couple months ago, Violet bit me. I had just given her a treat and had another in my hand to give Cricket. Violet, absolutely drunk with desire, went for Cricket's treat and got a mouthful of my hand.It shocked both of us and made me swear off treats for the dogs. Violet's whole life has become about the next treat. With every shuffle in my seat, clearing of my throat, she starts jumping around and acting the fool just at the mere possibility of a treat.
I had stuck to my guns until a recent health scare with Violet had me back at the pet store. If she was going to die, she might as well be stuffed happy with Pegetables.
Thankfully, it looks like she'll be okay, so it's treats until they run out and then no more.
As for projects this weekend, it's wide-open.
Violet looks beautiful on that white bedding. I assume that's Violet and not Cricket. I've only met them once. I often think about what would happen if i fell over dead in my house alone with only Bob the Dog and Leo the Cat. I know they would start eating me after a few hours.
ReplyDeleteYep, that's Violet. Her off-white fur and brown spots match my one once-pristine white sheets.
ReplyDeleteDo you remember that woman who had the face transplant? Her Lab ate her face! I'm pretty sure that Violet would eat me, but Cricket is pretty lazy.