I pull out the trashcan and the undercoat rake, he’s right there. “Brush me more, Uncle Joel.” As long, you know, as I keep it away from his butt. Hey, I sympathize.
But he knows that little tub of ear wipes. And when that comes out…
…he immediately drops all pretense of cooperation, leaves the room and refuses to make eye contact. I had to chase him down and then hold him by the collar during the whole thing. Exactly why he objects so strongly I don’t know – he has never had what I’d expect him to consider a bad experience with having his ears cleaned. As far as he’s concerned, he’s not judging other dogs that maybe like having their ears messed with but he wishes to have no part in such unnatural goings-on.
Every one of the dogs I’ve had were the same.
I reckon its a dog thing.
Maybe they’re cold.
C’mon, I wouldn’t stick a cold wipe in his ear. Of course I warm them up first.