This morning, after dropping Caleb and Lorelei off at school, I came home and attempted to take the dogs out to go potty.
Max, who had already peed in his crate, obviously needed to go more than Duke did. So, away we went on our little morning walk. At the corner, he stopped and squatted to do his business. A minute ticked by and he still hadn't done anything. So, I tried to get him to continue walking. Thinking maybe a little more walking would help move things along. He wouldn't budge.
I walked around to see what the issue was and noticed that the fur around his little butt was matted and because he was trying to go, it was also full of _____ . {I don't think I actually need to say it, you get the idea.}
I picked him up and proceeded to walk back to our house with him. Thinking maybe, just maybe, I could cut things loose with a scissors.
Scissors didn't seem to help and we proceeded back outside because I figured even though it hadn't appeared to work, perhaps I'd loosened his fur up enough to allow him to go. I hadn't. Poor Max strained and strained and strained for the next ten minutes while we both froze our tails off outside.
Finally, I took the bag from my pocket intended for his little deposit and tried unsuccessfully to swipe what had managed to come out off his little butt. This created more of a mess.
I brought him in the house. Took him upstairs and George had the honor of getting him cleaned up. Because I -- don't touch poop. Ever!
After his little morning bath he came dancing downstairs and fired up and ready to play. Being that he's a Schnoodle, he has sort of curly fur. And I realized we'll probably have this problem again -- which doesn't seem like much fun to George or I.
So I joked with George that perhaps I should get out the clippers and do away with poor Max's furry butt. Or you know, George could always give him another bath the next time it happens. And George, he sort of liked the clipper idea better than the bath idea.
While he held poor Max in a bit of a hog tie position, I clipped his poor little butt. Just enough that he shouldn't have any issues with his fur matting or his _____ coming out down the road.
It's been an interesting morning. Let me tell you.
A few days ago, poor puppy Max had to be neutered. The surgery was actually done later than normal since Max had another issue the doctor was hoping would resolve itself. When it didn't, well, they opted to go in and fix the problem surgically while doing the neuter. This is how Max will look for two weeks.
