The Howling Penner Brothers. The boys howl when I leave the house and leave them home alone. It’s the saddest sound in the world. Now we’re working on howling on command. Every morning the boys have to work for their breakfast. Some days they put on a good show, and sometimes they just yip a bit, but it’s all fun.
I am the mother who stands over her pooping dog so I can analyze whether they are dying or not. (Anxious much?)
Sweet Sam’s poop has not been healthy for a few days. Black diarrhea and terrible gas. I’m trying not to panic and when I saw the two tone poop this afternoon I felt a bit of relief.
The boys eat a half raw meat diet. It’s more than I can afford, but Hepzee does much better with raw meat in his gut.
We tried fish the other day, and it was a fail. Sam the garborator wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Hepzee had a go at it every few hours. Sigh. So much for broadening their horizons.