Rubber Ducky, I Hate You

Tickle hasn’t quite grown into his feet yet.  Walking, running, jumping – doesn’t matter.  Eventually he is going to tumble and then lay there, looking up at me as if to ask “What happened?” 

Earlier in the day Tickle missed the potty pad by a good two inches and tinkled on the hard wood floor.  Before I had a chance to clean it up, he then proceeded to trip and fall face first into his own urine.  Sigh.  I figured now was as good as any time to introduce him to the joys of bath time.

I had heard that Corgis generally tend to like water.  In many videos of Corgis online, people have their dogs in the ocean or in a pool.  Tickle is not a fan of water.  He just whimpered the whole time I washed and rinsed him, thankfully not trying to run away.  He was a good sport about me cleaning out his ears, wiping around his eyes, and brushing his teeth.  Everything was going pretty well….until I turned on the hair dryer of doom.

I have never heard him screech like that before.  The poor puppy was in a complete panic.  I had the dryer on the lowest settings and it honestly is a relatively quiet dryer, but Tickle was having a melt down.  He cried the entire time it was on and did his best to try and scramble away.  When I finally turned off the hair dryer, he was a cuddly mess, just wanting to be comforted from the terrifying experience.  I brushed his fur, which calmed him down, and gave the sweetie a treat, which also seemed to help.

Looks like we are going to have to work on overcoming hair dryer fears.