Life with the Three Crazy Dogs

Coops has been chewing and licking his right paw til it looks like this (left picture).  The left paw is getting as bad as the right one too (right picture).  No matter how much I kept cleaning his paws after walks and after playing on the yard, he still was licking the small little spots til they became what you are seeing now.  Gross, isn’t it?  Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Yesterday DB went out to Petco for dog chow and thought he would try a collar for Cooper or at least for Ranger.   Apparently, there are no more “lamp shade” collars sold for pets.  I actually calls them the “Queen Elizabeth collar”.  Instead, they sell this:

Like a float for swimming.

Oh, I can tell you, Mr. Cooper was not happy at all.  He kept looking at me, tail down and laid down looking at me (til I took the camera out).  Of course when we put the collar on him, he didn’t even budge from where he was laying down.  He finally moved to the patio door when I opened the door for Chase to get out.  Coops got up and before he went out, we took the collar out.  The moment I took it off him, he ran right out the door.  FREEDOM!!!  I might keep the collar for one for more day.  So far, he has not licked the wounds but I was not in the whole day today but DB said he was licking them.  Sigh, I might try it tomorrow and see how it does with it.

A coworker of mine found out she is pregnant with a problem.  When she told me about the news I knew she would be stressed to the max.  The reason was she is seeing guys at the same time and is not sure which is father of the child.  The only thing I could tell her was to do a DNA testing and check with the insurance how much it would cover for this sort of testing.   The test would identify who the father is of the baby and then she would have to tell that guy and the other guy, too.  Lord, what a mess!