I've just realised I've been using Piriteze on Pod instead of Piraton... apparently the difference is important. He's scratched his face so hard it's bleeding. The vet reckons it's pollen as he's not had this before, and another Pod friend suffers in the exact same way this time of year. So between the giant comedy bandage on his tail and his scabby face he's looking every bit the hard done by street hound. You'd never guess he has a loving Mum who spends all her time and money trying to navigate the delicate balance of his gut flora and his explosive emotions. He's got little blobs of savlon all over his face so it looks like he's cut himself shaving.
Pod is no longer allowed access to the girls in the house except under strict supervision. Poor Wiggle is terrified of him continually trying to shag her. He's finally realised that it's best to avoid the snapping end and now shows his affection by kind of barging into her from the side like a polo pony in a ride-off.
Still, apart from one micro-wuff in the middle of the night everyone allowed me to sleep last night which is a vast improvement!
All being well with STBFIL, I'm hoping they'll go home either this weekend or next so the end is in sight.
I must admit, much as they are really sweet girls I'm not sure I would have a spaniel. There's something about the frantic, scrabbling, wagging, panting energy that gives me anxiety. Pod is much more aloof by comparison (in fact, he barely acknowledges me most of the time).
I'm praying the girls leaving will coincide with a general decline in the unholy amount of noise Pod makes these days. He's started kicking off at dogs on the other side of the road again; first big dogs, then black dogs, now just any dog bigger than a weasel. Oh he also saw a rabbit out the car window yesterday and the sounds that came out of him was quite extraordinary. Sort of like a piglet caught in a waste disposal unit.
He's currently sulking on his little chez long next to me in the kitchen, having whinged at me to drag it over into the one patch of sunlight in the room. I love these little moments where he tells me something and I actually understand him. DP said when he needed his Evening Poop Walk yesterday he nudged the back door keys with his snoot and then nudged his harness. My heart!!