Our number one household protector at the Little Red House is our best friend Zorro.
Black in colour, very lean and fast, always excitable and loving he has lived at the Little Red House since day one.
We always wanted a dog who would love to play ball so when he arrived as a five month old puppy we taught him to run and catch tennis balls. For Zorro this turned into a daily obsession and he was rarely without his ball in the yard, flipping it with his paw and chasing it all around.
Two weeks ago he was taken to the vet for his annual check up and vaccinations. The vet asked what he had been chewing. Turns out Zorro's obsession with his tennis ball had lead to serious tooth damage. Slinking back home I couldn't help but wonder how this happened, surely a tennis ball couldn't cause that much damage? Perhaps his teeth weren't that strong to begin with.
So there will be no more tennis balls in the backyard of the Little Red House.
As I write this Zorro is st the vet having one of his teeth removed and possibly a second one. Poor little guy, can't help but feel responsible. I guess we will have to find him another obsession but then again I think he is pretty content to spread out on the grass and soak up the sun.
Thinking of you Zorro