Wishing for a gas mask
Our new pup, whom we’ve named Ratchet, has really turned out to be an awesome little guy. He’s 50 pounds of lovable adorableness. He’s clearly grown attached to us as he whines a bit when we leave and waits by the door for us to come home. But there’s one issue we have to resolve.
His fairly frequent farts will make your nose sting, your eyes water and have you running for fresh air.
He didn’t have this issue until we got him on a high protein dog food. Unfortunately, we still have about half of a 40 pound bag to get through before we can switch him to a lower protein food and hopefully resolve the stinky issue. In the meantime, I’m wishing I had a gas mask.
Other than that, Ratchet is working out great for us. He LOVES playing with dog ropes, so we got a giant one for him when we took him to visit my aunt’s in Ohio. The downside is that when he whips his head back and forth while playing with you, he ends up whacking you with the big knots on the ends of the rope. He really loves when you drag him around by the rope, and will roll around on the floor with it when you’re not pulling him.
When he wants something, Ratchet will sit right in front of me. He’ll be at full alert with his ears pricked, and just sit there and stare at me without looking away or even blinking, it seems. Even if I can’t see him over my laptop, I can feel his little eyes boring into me through my computer screen.
My hubby of about 3 1/2 months already has a routine with Ratchet. He’ll come home from work and sit in his chair. Ratchet will sit at his feet and wait to be invited up. Keeping his hind feet on the floor, he then gets his front feet on either side of Ty’s hips. The mister will rub his ears for about 5 minutes and Ratchet takes a little snooze while still leaning into Ty’s chest.
It’s so good to have a dog again! He’s made life so much more enjoyable when you come home from a long, hard day. This last week at the newspaper, we had an editor and two reporters (one of which does the daily police/fire reports) out all week. I’ve never had such a full week. The world seemed determined to throw just about every story it could our way when we were short staffed. Coming home to a dog that is always thrilled to see you makes it all better.
