Now, every time it gets thundery accompanied by lightning (usually in the afternoons when I am home), a certain little dog gets panicky. One moment, he may have been snuggling beside me on the sofa while I am reading the papers; the next, he is scampering about looking for a place to hide. One day, he found himself a little "cave" in the living room:
That's Killer the mini schnauzer in the picture above. Now that he has discovered a safe haven, he wants an upgrade and he has been bugging me to check the property market. He thinks there's something that suits his diminutive size from the HDB (Housing for Dogs Board):
He's working out the sums now and checking his CPF (Canine Provident Fund).
The little runt is eight years old. He and Brady the beagle, who is fourteen and a half years old (and who has absolutely no fear of thunder and lightning), get along very well. Brady is long in the tooth now, is practically blind and even had a recent operation to remove a cancerous lump, but in the earlier years when he was much more energetic, he would chase after Killer during play and "hump" him.
These days, Killer tries:
If at first you don't succeed:
You try again, until you do, sort of...
Brady then took his "revenge" just tonight, while we were watching TV:
But, like all good buddies, they made up and shook paws:
Brady no longer plays with toys, but Killer still has a stack of them. Along the way too, we somehow collected two large figurines which are put outside, near the door:
In closing this tale about 2 adorable tails (one long and bushy; the other short and stumpy), their own door has these two fixtures:
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