Usually she simply forgets her size.
This morning she climbed on my lap while I was trying to put my shoes on. Needless to say she succeeded, with the lap dog gig, while my shoes had to wait.
The other night she decided that she did not want to be combed.
Grass seeds and ticks abound right now, and controlling them requires frequent checks and removal forays, which the dogs don't appreciate. Well, maybe Maggie appreciates it, she will insist on being petted until the human of her choice finds and removes the tick.
When I turned my attentions to Decibel however, this is what I saw:
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| Decibel had squeezed herself under a tray table that is a tight fit for Maggie. |
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| She is trying to blend into the background |
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| Do I look like I need to be groomed? |
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| The trick backfired, after Decibel managed to turn around and look for a backdoor, I grabbed a paw and started the tick and seed removal. We have nasty grass seeds that will poke into the skin between the toes, and cause all sorts of infection and inflammation if not caught in time. |
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| Call me 'NO PAWS'. |
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