Gave him a few chunks raw, but don't want to upset his digestion changing his diet. As it cools he is being the most obnoxious and spoiled brat ever.
Chihuahuas are a repugnant dog, until you have one you say I would never want one, then your wife gets one. F'ing dogs are smart, relentless, they know how to get and communicate exactly what they want. Pita can get out of her crate, climb the gate and open the pocket door to escape during the thunderstorm climbing bed look you in the eye and do that teeth baring smile and sneeze and all you can do is say damn dog.
He's a Miniature Pinscer but has all the attributes of your description. Effer is an escape artist. When I first moved in to my house I put him in the basement laundry room when I went to work. Came home and he was waiting at the door when I came in. The bottom stair did not have a facial board, just carpet laid over so he crawled under it. Next day I put him in the basement bathroom, came home from work and there he was at the door wagging tail. Befuddled went down amd opened the basement door, he scratched and chewed his way through the wood paneling on the wall and went under the stairs. I put a 10' x 10' 6 feet tall chainlinked kennel in the back yard. Put him in it one Sunday and came inside to watch a NASCAR race. Dozed off and woke up to a knock at the front door. Open it and there is my neighbor holding my dog. Little effer climbed the chain link fencing and toppled 6 feet to the ground, then climbed the 3' chain link fence and got out. Bought a screen topper for it and had a privacy fence put up the following year. Even at 15 he is still onery as hell, he's lost a lot of his muscular strength, but not his attitude.
He's been spoiled his entire life and I do have regrets there because he made me pay for it with attitude
My hope is that he will go peacefully in his sleep when that time comes. I know it is somewhat rare, but I would much prefer that scenario over having to make the decision.
My wish also but with as much respect I have for Roscoe, I'd feel cheated if he didn't die in my arms. Weird I know.
You can have both, that is the hope I mentioned. Friend lost her Doberman a few years back. She said that he came in at 3am and she knew it was time. They were all able to comfort him as he slept his final sleep.
Couple weeks ago, I stopped by a culvert going under a road looking to see if any fish were in the water. Water was swift. Roscoe went for a swim and got sucked into the current. I seen what was happening and quickly threw my keys/wallet out knowing I was gonna get wet. I hooked his collar with one finger. One chance and I made it good. The look in his eyes staring at me saying "catch me Dad" was surreal. That's the last time I'll let him go swimming unless it calm n shallow. Sumbitch used to tackle any water.
He had a tough day today. He got on his couch, I put my hat on him. Tail stated thumping. Like a pup again. .
Mine's breaking down pretty quick anymore. He's lost most of his front leg muscle and starting to drop weight. His hearing has been gone for awhile and I'll oftentimes catch him just standing and staring at nothing. His joints are sore but he still has his mobility. I let him out on nice days and he rolls around in the sun and falls asleep. The underlying sign is his appetite is waning. He still eats but usually have to get him some broken up treats to entice his hunger. So not ready....
This may be becoming a reality. He's stopped eating his treats and canned dog food. He still eats people food so his appetite is not gone, I just effed up with the ground venison and now he won't eat what he had been. Going to be switching his diet to canned chicken with green beans and chicken gravy and alternating with ground venison with rice and beef gravy.
Prayers to you B&B, its so hard saying good bye. But Rocscoe is free to chase all the squirrels he wants now. You gave him a great life with lots of love.
