This morning at the vet’s office (Molly had her teeth done), my little man had a quick check up.
Galen, at just barely 6 months, is officially weighing in at 75 lbs.!! He’s packed on 15 lbs. since we left for Montana! (He did outgrow his kennel while we were gone. One of the first things I did after I got back to get him a new kennel.)
On another breaking news front story, I was also bitten by the neighbors POODLE!
FLUFFY BIT ME!
Mean little s%cker.
He tried to attack me THREE times. Very odd experience, being attacked by a Bijon Poodle while his owner is standing there swearing at him in Spanish, threatening him with her slipper!
Like he noticed HER slipper while he was charging at MY legs trying to bite me!!! It was obvious this wasn’t the first time she’d taken her slipper off to threaten Fluffy. They didn’t have him on a leash and obviously have NO control over that dog! ( mean little beast)
I’m ok, he just bruised me. Mostly I was doing, what I thought was a fairly coordinated “avoiding a dog bite dance,” until the next day I noticed I had some how ended up with a sprang ankle to sport with my bruised shin.