Me work, Steve home. Also, Bonfire Night. As it turns out, Brody is not bothered at all about the explosions, wheezings and fizzings and every other noise that erupts from the fireworks around us. The only time he seems to notice is when I take him out for a wee and he catches a glimpse of the lights in the sky of an exploded firework, and he halts, ears up, front paw frozen mid-air, head tilted to the side. Then he almost seems to shrug with a 'whatever' air and trots back into the house.
Steve has bought him one of those healthy treat chews, and has cut it up and put it in one of his Kongs. He loves it, and spends most of the evening chewing it, but then the rest of the evening is spent drinking gallons of water, and having two poos in the space of two hours. I take the chew away and put it out of sight. Perhaps not so healthy after all, just 100% salt it seems.
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