We are all back at it. Everyone but Bear anyway. Declan and Maggie start new schools, as do I. And tomorrow we are all back on a schedule. I’m not quite sure where this leaves Bear, though. He’ll be spending more time alone. And after this afternoon’s maxi chip fiasco, he’ll be spending it in the office. Nearly by design, however, my mom recently moved to Portland and will be taking Bear to the river in the middle of the day. So Bear is also on a new schedule.
Bear was home alone this morning after Heather and I left and then Maggie took Declan to his new school to give him a tour. Don’t know the details but I’d bet he was left roaming the home. He may have discovered the maxi chips then. But it wasn’t much later when my mom arrived to take him and Mimi to the river. Mimi is about half the size of our cats, and her droppings proportionally sized, so it text-worthy when Bear had a “two-fisted poop.”
Back from the river is when I believe the maxi chips were discovered and quickly consumed. I got home to find Bear and Mimi panting at the door, left to their own devices while my mom went to enjoy a cup of coffee with a friend.
Not having a whole lot of time with Bear anymore, I decided to do some scent work. I walked around with it in my pocket. Bear was acting strange, grabbing a toy and carrying it around for a bit and then going and retrieving it again. he was half-whining half-barking. And finally he signaled the scent. But then he spit the treat out as he walked away. Strange.
So maybe he was reacting to Declan being low. Dec was not low, but he was coming down from a HI reading, clocking in at 378. And then Bear just let loose, throwing up a dark brown substance with a few bits of plastic that smelled like cat poo. He hit the area rug under the table and the wood floor, so clean up was half-good. The color and smell made me wonder if he ate cat poo.
After dry-heaving through the clean up, I took Bear around the block for his second short-leash walk of the day. He pulled more than normal. Annoying walks again and I wondered if it was the price to pay for total fun free time with Mimi and my mom. And then I wondered if maybe he had to poop, even after his “two-fisted poop” at the river. Releasing him from the short leash, he sidled up to a tree and did the second half of the rooster routine, leaving a puddle of diarrhea. Equipped with a poop bag, I still wondered if it was necessary or even possible to clean up. And for the second time in five minutes I was scraping Bear’s excrement off the ground.