Well ...I learned a valuable lesson yesterday. We had just returned from a weekend away and after MUCH LOVIES AND TREATS for the babies, I sat down at my desk to check emails,etc. Dixie is always right by my side but Belly went off to do his thing. After a few minutes, I heard him softly whining from the living room. I yelled three or four times for him to "shush" or "come IN HERE!".
Finally, I sent Steve to play with him or make him go outside and play. When he got in there, he found my poor angel standing in front of the fireplace with his paw against his neck ...HIS TOENAIL WAS caught ON HIS COLLAR HARDWARE!!
I felt so bad. I cried of course. He wasn't hurt ...and he's not a drama hound ... he just matter of factly sat there, knowing we'd come eventually
Finally, I sent Steve to play with him or make him go outside and play. When he got in there, he found my poor angel standing in front of the fireplace with his paw against his neck ...HIS TOENAIL WAS caught ON HIS COLLAR HARDWARE!!
I felt so bad. I cried of course. He wasn't hurt ...and he's not a drama hound ... he just matter of factly sat there, knowing we'd come eventually