He's quite a shy dog. My mother and sister came over a couple of days back and he spent most of the time sleeping. When he goes to the vet, he is quiet there too, another shot and no twitch yet. He was good in the car too except when we expected him to sit at the back without anybody, which is when he let us know his displeasure with a little puddle. Brought back in the front, he was at once the epitome of saintly car riding dogs. Luckily, we had newspapers spread out (Hail Newspapers!!) which saved the back seat from the downpour. At home, he's a tiger though...chewing bits of us and furniture being his favorite past time. The chewy toys sadly are fleeting comets in the universe of his attention.
Potty training continues its weary, meandering way. Most of the times now he [i]does[/i] reach the door. If we are vigilant, it happens outside, if we're not, the deed is done inside. But he still doesnt have much control, so its quite a jack in the box existence, with frequent leaps from somnabulent positions into a mad scramble to get the door open in time. Moreover, he has taken to scavenging and eating hair and such like objects, which traumatise him during pooping..and us too since he races all over the house with dangling toilette! Neeeerroooooooooo....... >.<
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