Key is the complete opposite of my Yorkshire terrier shen barks at the tiniest thing that moves in road and when she barks my Scottish terrier's join her.
This reminds me! Our late dog Jasu (RIP) used to love sitting on the window still and looking out when he was young, even though we lived on the 3rd floor. I don't think he saw much, just little figures moving around, but I'm sure (or in fact, quite certain) he smelled some stuff. This was before he was neutered and he had a lady dog friend who lived across from us, behind this big playground/park. You could sort of see parts of the house from there, but not in any way a dog would recognize or understand. However, one time (or this probably happened a few times) his lady friend was in heat, and Jasu kept staring _exactly_ in her house's direction, literally frothing at the mouth, making weird noises and trembling. Horny little dude! This was a big part of the reason why we neutered him, but after that, he actually became somewhat grumpier (I've heard a lot of male dogs become calmer). He was a kleinspitz, small and fiesty. He died a couple of years ago, but he was already 15 years old. He was energetic up to the very end, it was only in his last year or so that he became to lose steam and didn't jump up or really run around anymore. Around that time, he lost hearing in his other ear and we believe that in the last months, he was pretty much deaf. He lived with my mom when he died, I lived in a different city and couldn't be there when he was put down. But it's maybe for the best, since my mom says the last 24h was really heartbreaking, Jasu started throwing up and his hindlegs were suddenly paralyzed, so he was dragging himself around, until he just laid in his own vomit and my mom quickly took him to the vet. I'm so sorry for that sad image! I know everyone hates to think about their pets dying and it's not pretty. But we have to come to terms with it. What matters is that he didn't suffer long, and he got to live a long life and he was so loved! That's the best you can hope for. I will always remember him as that little stubborn bastard. โค๏ธ I wasn't planning on writing all that but here we are! It was a nice trip down the memory lane. Thanks for reading. Edit// I didn't cry when I wrote this but immediately afterwards I had a good cry. When I was a young teen, our chinchilla Samu was put down. I was closest to him, and me and my mom went together to the vet, so I can still remember how it looks and feels when you watch your beloved pet slowly drift away through your tears. That thought was what took me over the edge, since I could so painfully perfectly visualize being there with Jasu when he died, too, even though I wasn't.
Your captions are just too heckin hilarious. And it looks like you enjoy it. Still trying to not LOLLL at "fluffing mowers...pooping on my spot "๐ As always - accompanied with love and hugs ๐๐๐๐โ๐
