tail management

Those in the know might already aware that Baxter is a bit of a occasional leaky bottomed stinky butt-er. Quiet laptime moments of human and kielbasa, interrupted by a p-eeeeeew of mega proportions, embarrassing both human and dog and requiring a cleanup in aisle four.

Kep and Padua seemed to go through a similar phase about this age, p-eeewing as so often is mysteriously the case, when they were relaxed and sleeping. I'm not exactly sure what it was that helped them grow out of it, but I like to think it's in part due to what we called tail management. Constant reminders that they keep their tails pulled in tight when they lie down for a rest. I know, it's a little misguided, a little Joan Crawford, really, and I must admit my sweet Padua learned tail management so well that even when he was in the deepest of sleep, I could move his tail and it would instantly move back, re-covering his p-eeeeew center like a spring loaded trap door. Padua was always the one who listened, albeit perhaps to an extreme.

So the other day I catch tiny chumley doing this, sloppy bottoming about in his snoozer, a loaded gun ready to misfire. And I am reminded that we must work on tail management.

I promise I won't Joan Crawford you, baby dog, but please, we are totally going to work on tail management when I get back home.