I had brought Ringo his chuck-it wand and balls (he is a fetcher, through and through) but Houston wasn't really interested in playing fetch. A few times he tried to interest Ringo in a little one on one play in the yard, but since Ringo was only interested in fetch, he brushed him off. Houston didn't stick by my side the whole time but if I called him , he came. And didn't he look like the happy go-lucky pup he is when he ran to me:)
Just in case anyone was wondering, the pink collar he's sporting here is our Lola's (he came with a choke collar and I prefer the martingale type - I ordered him his own and you'll see it in future posts but this is it on amazon - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0084DU1WC/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o03_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1). It was a beautiful day outside and he would have loved just getting to lay out in the sun for awhile.
After the dog park, things went downhill for the humans in the house. I had apparently picked up some kind of stomach bug and went down hard and fast (I work in a public high school so not a big surprise:). Jim got home that evening when I was incapacitated and while he knew I had separated the cats from the dogs, he soon found out exactly why - he had Houston on a leash and took the dogs to the barn and through the barn office (where the cats were at) and when Houston caught sight of our little Bridget (6 pound Manx) he lunged at her (she got away) and then took after Cat in the barn. Cat pulled the claws out and let Houston know he was being an ass and while she managed to get away also, Houston took away some bloody ears (which have since healed nicely). The bloody ears didn't seem to faze him at all either. Everyone in the household fed, watered, separated as necessary, cone on Houston so he can't get to his wound..........Jim didn't start feeling bad until later that evening and we'll just end the post there.
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