There in my truck the dog and I
I know y’all are chomping at the bit for Moose updates, well here’s one for you. He’s 56 pounds of weird…
Jess and I took the pup to the vet yesterday for his last round of shots. I’ve never seen a dog be afraid of having is mouth wiped with a paper towel, then turn around and take two shots between the shoulder blades without making a sound or flinching.
In one month, our little pup will become our little ‘eunuch’ pup. He’s scheduled to have one of the worst Christmas gifts ever. Personally, I’d rather take a lump of coal. Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t get the choice.