Don't worry, they are doing well. Gypsy tried really hard to get a hot spot back in January, but we were successful in keeping it at bay by making her wear her doggie coat for a couple of weeks so she couldn't lick, chew or scratch at it. Worked like a charm!
And you thought dog coats were impractical in Texas!
In other canine news, we've had a rash of dogs getting trapped around here lately. Twice Haskell has gotten stuck in the guest bedroom when the door has closed, and created an unbreakable barrier between the door frame, door and doggie toy basket.
To help with the necessary visual, Banner is demonstrating below:
|OMG, I'm stuck!|
However, Haskell blew through the doggie gate in the hallway with ease. Leaving poor Gypsy trapped by the iron gate regardless of its condition (as seen here):
Then, this morning, Haskell - normally terrified by the baby gate into our bedroom - knocked it open and came into the room like he had been doing it all of his life (he hasn't). Gypsy and Alley were completely stunned (as was I), and you could almost see the girls thinking, "Well, if HE can do it, so can I." It wasn't pretty, but they both made it into the room...eventually.
This is them comforting each other moments later on their success:
|That gate tried to EAT US.|
Haskell, meanwhile, keeps gloating like he is has figured out the "secret" meaning to the 1967 hit Break on Through to the Other Side by The Doors. Except, of course, when it comes to that d@mned wicker basket in the guest room. He may have gates figured out, but throw a few soft toys in a bucket and that dog might as well be in solitary.