It has been many years since last I had to collect a urine sample from female Newfoundland. Ruggles, and Keaton before him, upon receiving the command to “Have a leak”, simply stood on all fours, stretched out a little and let go – easy-peasy to collect a sample from them, even if my actions did leave them pondering the issue of insanity in their dad’s family tree.
Thriller’s vet asked that a specimen of Her Ladyship’s output be collected. Only when Thriller squats for number ones, she squats lower than most, plus there is then a thick veil of black hair all around to maintain Her Ladyship’s modesty. Still, since it was her first leak of the brand new day, I knew there was no rush on my part. So, I slid a small soup plate beneath the venerable Miss unsure whether it was positioned correctly, however there was soon a warm wetness about the thumb and fingers being used to position the plate, and though not ideal, that at least provided ample evidence that I was on target, or, more correctly beneath target. Thriller was giving me a sideways look as if saying be careful what you dip my fur into back there, however the little Miss seemed accepting. Over the time Thriller has been here with me, she had become used to her new dad’s peculiar behaviors – and this was but another example.
A suitable portion of the Thriller’s “output” was poured into the specimen container, though it was awkward screwing on the lid with one hand, the other hand needing a wash, as did one soup plate. However, is was a case of “mission accomplished”!
Arthur Witten
Thriller – Hope dad washed his hands before he prepared my breakfast!!!!