2017.7.3
A few days ago, a particularly terrible thing happened. Matata sneaked into the house and ate half of a bag of chocolate that had just been opened. Fortunately, it was discovered in time. It was sent to the hospital to induce vomiting in the middle of the night. From this incident, it can be said that a big lesson was learned. Things that are fatal to dogs must be kept well. So in the middle of the night in the hospital, Matata took medicine, drank hydrogen peroxide, and had an infusion. Finally, Matata vomited out the chocolate. Then the doctor said that he had to be hospitalized for observation. We could only leave him alone in the hospital.
This is Ta wearing a hood of shame during hospitalization.
Two or three days later, the doctor said that there was no problem and he could be taken home, so we went to the hospital to pick him up, thinking that he would be very excited to see us during these days in the hospital. Sure enough, when he was released from the cage, Matata jumped on him with great excitement and whimpered excitedly. What’s even more touching is that when we were about to take it out, it suddenly stopped and turned its head to look at the person who took care of it during the hospitalization. Then, after being patted on the head, it happily swung its big tail and went out.
This is Ta who just returned home. The hair on its legs was shaved when it was given an injection. It felt much thinner during the hospitalization because it couldn’t eat.
You can start to feed it some soft food these days.
2017.6.2
In the blink of an eye, Matata has reached a size that I can’t pull with both hands. Every time I take it out for a walk, I have to pull it with all my strength to prevent it from running away with the pretty girl. Alas, the little dog gets excited when he sees a girl. Every time he goes out for a crazy trip, he comes back like this. I laugh every time I see him hhhhhh
2017.2.20 I found a killer to deal with Matata. As long as you put a small stool on it, it will keep its original posture and dare not move. It won’t move even if you tempt it with food. Although I haven’t tried it, I guess it definitely doesn’t like wearing clothes, right?
2017.2.3 Update I was cooking porridge at home, and the porridge came out of the pot. I didn’t care if it was hot or not, I tilted my head to catch it, and ended up getting soaked. It became like this.
2017.1.17 Update Matata has never been able to go up and down the stairs, and would stop in fear when he saw the stairs. Today I finally got home after the exam. It hasn’t seen me for a long time. When it saw me, it rushed out of the house and ran into the corridor with great excitement. I stood on the second or third step of the stairs to encourage it to go up. It was very hesitant and scared, but it was very excited to see me. Finally, it bravely climbed up little by little while whining, and I was very happy to praise it. It seemed very happy too, and slowly tried to climb two or three steps by itself.
Attached is a picture of Ta wandering around in the kitchen for food
2017.1.16 Update Last night, I suddenly heard Matata calling out in the living room alone. I thought something had happened and went out to see. I saw it standing in front of its empty water bowl, so I poured some water for it, and it drank it contentedly without barking.
I want to open a pit and update the main text slowly.
Matata was about 50 days old when I first brought it home, and that day happened to be Christmas Eve. At that time, I thought it might be scared or something when it just arrived at the new home. But it turned out not to be. It was very quiet and even a little clingy.
This is Matata sleeping quietly on my lap on the day I brought it home.
It was not afraid of strangers when it first came home. It ate when it wanted to eat, pooped when it wanted to poop, and peed when it wanted to poop. I had to follow its butt and wipe the floor every day. Whenever there was someone at home, it would lie down at your feet. If you move, it will move too. It
is also very curious and bold to explore the new world.
While it was still small and could be held, I often put it on my lap and played with it, and it didn’t resist at all.
In the first few days after it came home, it slept obediently on the mat every night without making any noise.
Later, in order to cultivate its habit of going to the toilet at a fixed place, I bought a fence, thinking of enclosing it at night and letting it poop in the dog toilet inside. As a result, when no one was with it at night, it would scratch the cage and cry heartbreakingly. My boyfriend had to go into the cage to accompany it for a while like coaxing a baby, and then sneak out after it fell asleep.
But later I found that it still didn’t work. I couldn’t bear it to wake up and find no one around and cry, so I let it out again. Fortunately, it slowly learned to go to the toilet in the dog toilet, so happy!
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