8.18.08 High Five!

Every night before Miles gets his D-I-N-N-E-R (he recognizes the word if it's not spelled, but we haven't taught him to spell yet), I make him perform a bunch of tricks. He's especially proficient with the high five. Then, I make him sit and wait while I prepare his food.

 

Miles and I had a bit of a close call this weekend. On Friday afternoon, I noticed he had stopped breathing and was choking. After I sloppily administered the doggie Heimlich (or my version of it at least) while dialing the vet, he was able to get up whatever he was choking on and come out okay. An immediate trip to the vet later gave him a clean bill of health. Still, so scary! I'm just glad my little man is okay.

 

This picture is blurry, but I only have a set amount of time to taunt the dog before I feed him. If I wait too long, I feel mean.

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