I finally walked Hoshi!

I haven’t walked Hoshi since August. This morning my foot wasn’t feeling too bad so I walked Hoshi to the corner–not far but better than nothing. I’ll try to walk him every day now.

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Hoshi’s enemy

Big Boy
Big Boy
I won’t be walking for a while but I wanted to tell you about someone who Hoshi is very afraid of. The Big Boy! There’s a restaurant near my house called Big Boy. Every time we walk by Hoshi goes bonkers and warns me about the dangerous big boy by barking his head off. Even after we pass by Hoshi keeps looking back to make sure he’s not following us.

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Neighbor told us to leave

I was walking Hoshi before I left for work. Hoshi was doing #2 on my neighbor’s grass. The neighbor opened his window and said, “Excuse me! What are you doing!?” I held up my grocery bag and said, “I’ll pick it up.” I said it as friendly as I could. He said, “Never mind. Get going. ” Well, I picked it up and left. We’ve lived here 13 years and this was our 1st encounter. I think he moved in his parents’ house during that time.

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Hoshi meets skunk

I just walked Hoshi. I was reading the forum on my Droid when Hoshi pulled me by the leash. I figured it was a bunny or a cat. It was a skunk in someone’s front yard! This thing was not shy in the least! It actually started heading towards us then walked away . It’s almost like it was taunting Hoshi to come at him so it could spray us. Hoshi wanted to chase it so badly. He kept crying the whole time.

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Hoshi’s bath and haircut

I gave Hoshi a bath yesterday. He had been scratching (fleas I suspect) so I wanted to bath him before his Frontline treatment. I shaved him down again except for his ears. It’s been so hot lately so I figured he wouldn’t mind. I found a flea on him. I think we have rampant fleas in my area because we have so many rodents (squirrels, bunnies, ect.). Hoshi is just like Gabby and doesn’t like his front paws done. He growled every time I came near him with the scissors. He even begged–tried to get on me and lick me begging me to skip the paws. I let him have his way last trim but not this time. He slept like a baby afterwards. Those fleas must have worn him out.