by IggyGirl on August 3, 2010
Yesterday we took the dogs out on their walk. Everything went pretty normal until it began to pour down rain. Strider liked the rain and ran and played joyfully. Pippin, on the other hand, made a beeline for the nearest shelter. “No, no stupid humans! Get out of the rain!” Instead of following his advice, we went straight home. It was a bedraggled, soaked, and cold little Italian Greyhound that I dried off at the house… No, he was not too happy about it. “I told you!”
by IggyGirl on July 10, 2010
Yesterday I took Pip on a walk and we stopped in the park for a little while. I was talking to someone and happened to turn around to look at Pippin. He had something in his mouth that I at first thought was a flattened pine cone. He loves pine cones and can play with one for a long time. However, a closer look told a different story. It was a flattened, crunchy, small dead bird. EEWWWWWW! When I tried to take it from him he complained loudly. But, I managed it anyway and dropped it on the ground with a shudder- and Pippin swooped for it again. Grabbing for him I somehow caught him by the scruff of his neck. He shrieked with a cry of anger and I dragged a very peeved little Italian Greyhound away…
