Ralph can get very demanding when he wants to be skritched. He has a routine at night – he dives with his face on a book and yells until you scratch his belly. (I call it checking his Facebook.) In the morning he yells at Lloyd until he gets out of the shower and then sprawls on the counter to get a free full-body massage. One day last week Lloyd was trying to multitask and brushed his teeth at the same time. When he put his toothbrush away, the jar/holder broke.
Sunday, I noticed that Ralph had an owie. It’s hard to see on his magnificent bulk.
It was a scab on his leg. Er, paddy-paw.
I put a bunch of hydrogen peroxide on it to see if it still had any glass or whatever in it.
He was incredibly docile through the whole thing. Good ol’ Ralph. Why didn’t you say something sooner? Oh. Maybe that’s what all the yelling is about. “My leg! My leg is hurt!”