It was Monday evening, and it was strangely quiet in the house. I asked husband if the dogs were upstairs with him... nope.
I looked outside. Dakota was looking for squirrels, and Jaffery appeared to be playing leap frog...
I slipped on Alans flip flops, and walked over. As I got closer, he licked at something... a huge ol lick, and then there was a look of "oh, that was gross" as he stuck his tongue out. He then jumped around and around. I saw was he was doing.
It was not good.
I hurried the dogs inside promising treats. I tossed a couple cookies to them, and hurried back outside, closing the door behind me.
I went over and said, "here little guy", jump on in.
Husband and I made a quick run over to the nearby lake, which i'm hoping a safer home than a back yard with 2 dogs and no where to hide!