That day was so funny. They three of them tore around until they were literally dropping then descended into a bitey bundles in the grass. DP says it looks like Pod has just cracked a brilliant joke.
Spanners are adorable but my god Wiggle will not fucking shut up. All I was trying to do was spend ten minutes hoovering the absolute kip that is my car and every time I opened the garden gate she screamed he little head off.
On the plus side my car is now entirely purged of seagull shite. The makers of the free air fresheners at the car wash could make a fortune marketing them as appetite suppressants.
Poor old Pod. He's really trying to turn into a good boy but circumstances are just sent to try him. As has been thoroughly canvassed on here already, Pod really does lose his tiny mind when he needs a shit. We plodded out for his nighttime visit to his favourite toilet piece of grass and before the viral poop had emerged, encountered two extremely small yap yap yaps giving it all that from the other side of the road. He coped really nicely for a little bit but then did some shouting back, which sadly upset the doodle further down the road and a noisy chain reaction ensued. Me and the doodles owner had a short shouted conversation across the road about how our dogs are both "really very friendly!" while Pod and Doodle screamed at eachother in a really unnecessary manner, and agreed that it was all the tiny dogs fault. Thankfully the only cat we saw afterwards had the sense to stay as still as a statue and DangerPod didn't see it.
All of this would have been all in a day's work if I hadn't been wearing flip flops and PJ bottoms that have a tendency to fall down, which gave the whole thing a further element of risk. Hideous!
Big vets appointment tomorrow, hopefully the tail bandage is FINALLY coming off, just in time for next week's dog show. I'm going to take Melty and enter her into Best Old Lady as she is a) not mental and b) extremely pretty.