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I love The Colonel Hoof Hearted, promise. However, I have been open about the fact that if I’d known of the shedding, I would have vetoed his existence. When we first got him, it was really hard. Turns out I’m allergic to him. The first few weeks there was a lot of watery eyes, wheezing and whining. When I return from being on the road and hold him or he licks me, my skin usually itches and turns red. Still, in my mind, he’s almost flesh of my own flesh. For this reason I’m particularly disturbed by his new bad habits.
He lifted his leg at my parents on one of their dining room chairs and at our house on a small decorator’s table I bought at Goodwill. This is unacceptable and he likes to poop-wherever he pleases and knows it is wrong. The worst is when he does it in our laundry room, where we have a black rug. It’s not always noticeable and it usually ends up with me yelling and The Mister laughing at me.
Damn him for being cute…