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It's a touch warm here today.
I bought a puppy a couple of weeks ago, duly named Yogi (as he looks like a little bear), which is appropriate as Jay's name is Boo Boo (well, he calls me Boo Boo too). He's cute, and fluffy, and he poos a lot. A hell of a lot. Lets be honest, he pretty much poos his own body weight everyday.
I have discovered that more than anything, Yogi likes puppy treats. Things made of liver and lord knows what else. To him, it's puppy crack.
I took him to puppy class to try and teach him that you really dont need to poo so much, and before the end of the hour he had humped the faces of all the girl dogs, tried to box with the boy dogs and had fits of ecstasy over his puppy-crack. The instructor suggested maybe trying him with something he doesn't actually become aroused over...
Waiting for the storm to break.
I bought a puppy a couple of weeks ago, duly named Yogi (as he looks like a little bear), which is appropriate as Jay's name is Boo Boo (well, he calls me Boo Boo too). He's cute, and fluffy, and he poos a lot. A hell of a lot. Lets be honest, he pretty much poos his own body weight everyday.
I have discovered that more than anything, Yogi likes puppy treats. Things made of liver and lord knows what else. To him, it's puppy crack.
I took him to puppy class to try and teach him that you really dont need to poo so much, and before the end of the hour he had humped the faces of all the girl dogs, tried to box with the boy dogs and had fits of ecstasy over his puppy-crack. The instructor suggested maybe trying him with something he doesn't actually become aroused over...
Waiting for the storm to break.