Rizzo on retaining wall with tiger lilies
Rizzo the splendid Chiweenie has developed a new behavior.
But wait.
Update: He has been doing much better when it comes to eating pieces of wood and local flora and rocks and pine cones and acorns.
He hardly ever has to wear his OutFox Field Guard anymore.
I think he's tasted everything there is to taste in the back yard slash pool area which is his outdoor domain, and lost interest. At least temporarily.
When the acorns begin dropping in about five months, I'm pretty sure we'll have to start installing the face mask again. But until then, Rizzo goes outside in the altogether.
He adores basking in the sunshine and almost never wants to come in. We'll see what happens when the weather turns positively sweltering.
I saw two fleas on my pet a few weeks ago and freaked out. He was being treated with a topical pesticide so I didn't understand why live fleas were able to establish residence in Rizzo's luxurious fur.
The veterinarian said that fleas long ago figured out the particular formula we were using. They eat it for breakfast now; it puts hair on their chests. It hasn't harmed a flea since Skippy was a pup.
He also said it's squirrels bringing all the fleas to the yard.
We have only the occasional squirrel that runs along the privacy fence or hops from tree to tree overhead, but I guess they're flinging fleas as they go.
So anyway, we switched to another brand of topical flea treatment, and that did the trick.
But as to Rizzo's new behavior -- the one I mentioned earlier -- he's begun trotting along the low brick retaining wall that runs for about seventy-five feet separating our pool area from the grassy knoll beyond.
The tiger lilies are showing out so I took Rizzo's picture sitting/standing on the far edge of said retaining wall, over by the sun room and my palmetto tree garden, with the bright orange flowers behind him.
From his expressions, Rizzo is alternately contemplative as to the existence of tiger lilies, bored to tears by having his picture taken with tiger lilies, ready to sing full-throttle at the meaning of tiger lilies growing beside retaining walls, made very sleepy by the semi-rainy day (and for all we know, the tiger lilies), and completely disinterested in all of the above, including me.
But what I'd do without my little Riz-man, the Rizzonator, my excellent thirty-five-dollar dog, I will never know. I rescued him and in return, he rescued me right back.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Wednesday
Reader Comments (9)
It looks like the Riz baby has his toenails painted, they are so dark.
He, himself, looks like a nice pup. I hope he gets over his urges to eat rocks and acorns. I wonder if that habit came from a troubled youth? HAH
Oh Rizzo - you are a character! And I love characters!
@Judy ... his toenails are so glossy black, you are right! As for the rest, your guess is as good as mine! xoxo
@Mari ... you pegged him exactly. xoxo
I would say that Rizzo has it made in the shade! He looks to love his new dog run - the low retaining wall. I wonder if he is tempted to chase those flea flicking squirrels. Nice dog, that Rizzo!
@Cheryl ... haaahaha, the thought of Rizzo taking off after a flea-flicking squirrel cracks me up. I think he's too busy looking for any acorns they might have left behind. xoxo
Hehhh, he may act unconcerned.... But he knows very well, where to pose, for a photo or two. I betcha'! ,-)
So happy he has lost his taste for everything, in the yard. So much nicer, for him and for you.
He is a cute, cute, cute little guy. And I am so happy for him. And for you.
Lots of gentle hugs, Luna Crone
@Luna ... I'm so glad you appreciate his darlingness! He is my precious boy. Dogs equal happiness. Most of the time. Haahaaha hugs right back to you xoxo
Well, I had to see Rizzo, too, before I leave. Glad he's stopped outdoor feasting. My granddog, a black lab, is visiting this weekend with our son whose kids and wife are on a road trip to visit the other grandparents. We have moose passing through just now, so we'll have to be wary and keep Flower on a leash. I wonder what Rizzo would do if he saw a moose? Take Care, Jenny.
@Barb ... Flower and the Moose! That sounds like a good kids' book. One that you should write, haaahaa. I'd read it! Rizzo would likely drop dead in a faint if he saw a moose. He's scared of potato chip bags. xoxo