Winter has arrived. I hate winter. I’m nothing but a high-pitched whine until mid-March. This is not the post about the broken thermostat, however, as I realized it was a bit of a dick move to imply Rottweiler Prime was in pain but not delve into the whys.
Simply, he’s old, and there is a puppy, and the puppy worships him and wants to spend every waking moment with him. Cutter John has the Rottie’s usual high pain tolerance (which is damned scary sometimes; I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve seen the blood on the floor and jumped straight into “Find the Wound,” America’s favorite party game) so he was acting sluggish but not complaining. Late at night, he would stay awake licking various bits, so I took him to the vet’s to see if any of his many, many benign tumors were looking particularly nasty.
Our vet is a 6’7″ Scottish giant who just had back surgery, and he was under doctor’s order to not bend down and manhandle animals. After I described the symptoms and held up various parts of the dog for him to inspect, he said Cutter was in pain because of the puppy. He had gone from a pleasant old-dog lifestyle of long naps on comfy beds and stately walks to the duck pond to BWAAAAHPUPPY! The vet prescribed a combination of three different pain medications to help ease some of the physical pain, and Cutter is encouraged to take longer puppy-free naps. He is quite okay with these arrangements.
He does like the puppy, though. They’ve formed a pack. We have over an acre of fenced, wooded land and they’ll take off and roam their territory together. At first, the puppy was a nuisance and Cutter allowed him to get close for no other reason than to poop on him.
No, I’m serious.
More recently, Cutter has accepted this… thing… is not only part of pack but is in his care. He’ll watch out for him. Not in a protective way, mind, but if Zu happened to fall in the pool again, Cutter would let me know. Eventually. Cutter is a very practical dog: if Timmy is stupid enough to fall down the well, then Timmy got his own fool self into that mess and it’s probably time to find a more intelligent owner. Same with the puppy: if Zu does run into the road, Cutter will be right there to tell me that he gets Zu’s share of food.
It’s a good life.