Something horrible has happened to my cute, adorable, little Whiskey. Overnight he has turned into a menace to society. Last week we were walking to the vet’s office for a routine check up when a baby bird swooped in front of us and Whiskey jumped up and caught it. He turned and looked at me with it in his mouth, like “What do I do with it now?”. There I was on the sidewalk of busy downtown Queen Street, screaming and hollering for him to drop it. When I got to the vet, they assured me that everything was fine and to just bring him back in if anything changes.
All it means is that we are going to have less off-leash walks until he starts following commands better. He is a fast dog. I mean lighting bolt fast. And I would hate for something to happen to him because he runs after a rabid animal. For now he can stick to chasing after even smaller game….like his leprechan 😉
