I promised some of you that I would give a brief update on Professor Jiggs.
Even though our heat and humidity are steadily increasing, Jiggs is doing far better at acclimating than am I. Of course, his solution is to sleep the day away. But that was his doggy agenda in Salem, as well.
On Friday, I took him to Manzanillo. His veterinarian gave him a clean bill of health -- for an old dog. Even he was amazed at how well Jiggs is getting around.
He would have been even more amazed if he had seen Jiggs on our midnight walk.
There are three dogs that live in the next block. Dogs in their prime. When we walk during the day, they have a tendency to gang up on him. Nothing bad. They just push his space.
All three of them were at the end of the block when I let Jiggs out the gate. He took off in a trot. Not a run. But I had to run to catch up to him.
I was positive the three dogs would take it as the opening gambit in a dog fight.
They didn't. Instead, all three of them took off like burglars caught in the act. And Jiggs was ready to turn on the overheads in hot pursuit.
I had to remind Deputy Dawg that this is their neighborhood. Not his.
He was not buying it. He was as adamant as a Temperance woman from Topeka that things needed to be sorted out.
So, how is he?
He has the same spirit as that little ball of fuzz I brought home thirteen years ago. Except some of the parts don't work as well as they once did. Mine and his.
I am heading to Manzanillo later this morning to assist New beginnings in Manzanillo move house. But we will let her cover that news in her blog.
When I get back, we will finish up the tour of the house. I need to show you the roof.
Later.
Even though our heat and humidity are steadily increasing, Jiggs is doing far better at acclimating than am I. Of course, his solution is to sleep the day away. But that was his doggy agenda in Salem, as well.
On Friday, I took him to Manzanillo. His veterinarian gave him a clean bill of health -- for an old dog. Even he was amazed at how well Jiggs is getting around.
He would have been even more amazed if he had seen Jiggs on our midnight walk.
There are three dogs that live in the next block. Dogs in their prime. When we walk during the day, they have a tendency to gang up on him. Nothing bad. They just push his space.
All three of them were at the end of the block when I let Jiggs out the gate. He took off in a trot. Not a run. But I had to run to catch up to him.
I was positive the three dogs would take it as the opening gambit in a dog fight.
They didn't. Instead, all three of them took off like burglars caught in the act. And Jiggs was ready to turn on the overheads in hot pursuit.
I had to remind Deputy Dawg that this is their neighborhood. Not his.
He was not buying it. He was as adamant as a Temperance woman from Topeka that things needed to be sorted out.
So, how is he?
He has the same spirit as that little ball of fuzz I brought home thirteen years ago. Except some of the parts don't work as well as they once did. Mine and his.
I am heading to Manzanillo later this morning to assist New beginnings in Manzanillo move house. But we will let her cover that news in her blog.
When I get back, we will finish up the tour of the house. I need to show you the roof.
Later.
