Tomorrow’s garbage day

Tomorrow’s garbage day so everybody had their garbage out at the curb. Hoshi’s inspecting each bag as we walk by for anything edible. We’re walking by one yard when I notice a large rock by a garbage bag. Getting closer it looked like a large cat eating from the bag. Hoshi comes up to it. It lifts its head up (a huge possum). The possum’s like, “Where did you come from!?” and Hoshi’s like, “Nice night! Mind if I share your dinner?” Hoshi’s so food oriented he didn’t care about the possum.

Shaved Hoshi down. Lately Hoshi’s been sleeping on the cool tile floor. I figure if he’s this hot I’ll give him bath and shave him down. He was way past due for a trim.

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Raw Chicken 1 year later

Lately, I’ve been thinking Hoshi wasn’t liking his chicken. He would turn his head away when I offered it to him or spit it out. I found out what was wrong. I wasn’t cutting the pieces small enough and he was having problems swallowing them. I cut the pieces smaller and no problems eating.

Here’s a picture of the chicken pieces I’m giving him now. About 1/2 the size they used to be. These are pruners I use to cut the bone. Hoshi could eat the bone whole but it takes too long. I also cut the bone into lengths I think are safe.

Hoshi had his bath

Hoshi on walk
Hoshi on walk
I think Hoshi went 2 months without a bath. He was scratching and I found a flea on me last night. I gave him a bath with flea shampoo. Found a couple dead/dying ones on him when drying him off. I trimmed his paws and ears on the inside. Didn’t do his face–we were both too tired.

Anyways, he’s comfy and getting some rest now that the fleas are gone.

Hoshi stepped on sandburs today

Sandbur
Sandburs
I was walking Hoshi this morning and he was trailing behind me. When he stops I tug his leash and get him moving again. Well, he stopped behind me so I tugged and he toppled over. That was unusual. Then he stopped again. This time he’s lying on the grass and starts licking his leg. He had a bunch of painful sandburs on his rear paw. I picked them out carefully and checked his other paws. I hate those things. They’re razor sharp.

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