Aristotle can behave
It turns out that Aristotle can behave very well – when he wants to. He and I have been arguing quite a lot at home. I have been telling Mum that it’s all Aristotle. My case would have seemed better if he hadn’t played the little angel when she took him to the vet. He did not bark once. Not once. He did not react to other dogs, even when they came to investigate him. He did what he was told to by the vet and didn’t put a paw wrong. I’m going to have to do more to convince Mum that I’m in no way to blame at this rate.
Ari and the vet
Ari was just there for his annual vaccinations. She checked him over and weighed him and he’s even pretty much his ideal weight. He is so annoying. He asked about the episode he had a couple of weeks ago. The vet said she could find nothing to be concerned about and said to Mum it was probably just that he really hurt himself when he slipped and had a physical reaction to being in severe pain. Hopefully it won’t happen again.
Oh and I’m not so well behaved
Mum is not impressed as I’m back up to my old trick of letting myself out of my crate. She had to see someone outside the house and we were all out of the way, or so she thought. She turned around and looked at the porch as she was pointing something out and there I was, waving to them through the glass. Apparently that wasn’t ok. She is such a spoilsport. I just hate not seeing who she’s talking to. She has to expect that I want to keep an eye on her.
Love
Wilma