Henry has had a rough morning today. We’re pretty sure he has an obstruction, probably from a doggie toy. I got terribly scared earlier because he had this really intense, I don’t feel good look on his face.
Hopefully the vet will be able to figure this out easily. I sure don’t want him to have to go through surgery. He’s 10 1/2. Henry has been part of the family (pack) for about 9 1/2 years. He is my sweetie pie. He’s a (mini) dachshund through and through. Pretty much runs the house here. He’s very sweet and super smart. Not only does he sing to TV show sound tracks (in doggie language of course) but he and June have recently started to talk with little throaty sounds. I haven’t figured what the sound rhythms mean yet but that’s o.k. It’s just awesome that they do it. In fact Henry and June both talk in their sleep chattering out these specific sounds. Can’t help but wonder who it is they see in their dreams that they are chatting it up with.
Well, it’s almost time for us to head out.