Wednesday, December 28, 2016
"Cujo, look at the puppy." I beg. He is not happy about sharing his world with Eddie. Oddly enough, Cujo should be used to having other animals around, since he was rescued from a hoarder. A hoarder of dogs. Then he came to live with me and 3 other dogs. Not to mention a giant cat.
He even went so far as to close his eyes to avoid looking at Eddie. No, he is one unhappy little dog. Cujo is apparently eating his feelings, because he has ballooned into a fat little sausage. I caught him swallowing the puppy food whole, so I wouldn't hear the crunch. He was okay getting close to Eddie while Eddie was eating!
Another thing to add insult to injury. I put a sweater on him. He was not happy about this. I was going through Oscar and Emmy's old sweaters to see if I could find one tiny enough for Eddie. Eddie shivers when he goes out. Oscar and Emmy had matching sweaters. Turtleneck sweaters. I put that one on and Cujo had a crying fit until I removed it. This one has a shorter neck, but he is still unhappy. Poor Cujo.
Purple and gold, Vikings colors. This was Emmy's. It is too big yet for Eddie. He crawled out of it easily. I did remove Cujo's orange sweater, as well. Oscar never appreciated my efforts to dress him, either. Emmy was so good about wearing whatever I dressed her in. I have high hopes for Eddie.
Now, I just need to train him to put his toys back in the bin. I doubt we can count on help from Cujo.