Our baby Bilbo is a puppy no more.
With swollen bollocks, looking squeezed between his chubby thighs, over-riding his naturally sweet, calm nature and reprogramming him into a rampant air-humping dude. They had to come off.
He’s a handsome little bear.
9 months old and so his character has had time to develop.
He’s a sweet-hearted Romeo, a snuggler of laps, a chuckler who has the broadest grin you’ve ever seen and a screamer of joy (yes, literally screams with excitement!).
‘Now, little fella. You know you’ve been horny 24/7 lately…? It’s time we take a trip to the vets…’
‘What’s she mean?’
‘Oh, yes he’s become a humpy little hound lately, mum’.
Rosie pug and Poppy, our petit Boston, have got off lightly.
It’s probably more accurate to say they were very good of giving Bilbo an equivalent of a sharp slap round his hairy chops before he got too carried away.
So poor sweet Ferris became the focus and Bilbo became completely enamoured by him.
Ferris’s last line of defence was to play dead. He’s an old boy and it was the best he had.
This has meant that although we had to keep the boys apart as much as possible, Bilbo and Poppy were still able to be play pals.
(He may have gazed into her eyes a little more than usual).
So, off for the op we went. Not feeling guilty at all (just mighty relieved).
There is always some concern, but I have stuck with the same vets for 12 years and trust them to do the best job.
Later that day, with tremendous care and shivers through my spine, I place the poor chap, now ball-less, onto a soft blanket.
Rosie pug rushes immediately by his side.
Ferris strolls over for a concerned sniff and retreats. Perhaps it brings back some sore memories.
Poppy rushes in and checks out her best pal.
After a quick check up Poppy has a thought…
‘Soooo, you seem OK. Time to play…?’
I’d tucked their toys back in the toy box, but Poppy can always find something hidden under the bushes in the garden.
‘Sorry Pops we’re having a quiet day today’.
Rosie is having a proper investigation.
She is the ‘mother’ of the group and is always the one who takes care of the poorly member of the family (hairy or human).
Bilbo seems to know this and she’s just what he needs…
and he cuddles up to his little plump pug.
and finally starts to fall into an exhausted sleep.
Rosie pug makes it her duty to protect Bilbo from the tv.
It’s tiring work…
but Rosie pug is there for her baby Bilbo.
Ferris has had a restful day (unmolested) and that evening a very cheerful Ferris is liking the ‘new’ improved Bilbo.
This boy has had a big day and just wants to snuggle.
The next morning and after a restless night poor Bilbo is looking like a red bottomed Baboon.
He’s feeling a little sorry for himself,
so I moved a bed into the garden shade.
He didn’t stay put but he learnt a thing or two about potting a plant.
A bit of fresh air seemed to work magic and before you can say giblets, our boy had his playful spirit back.
Much to Poppy’s delight.
And he got that giant grin back too.
Even Ferris was (cautiously) pleased to have him back!