Ok, This will be a long story, but it has to be told right.
My husband and daughter and I went out to eat Sat. night. Anytime we leave Preston has to go in his crate. (all of my dogs are crate trained) So we come home in about an hour, I go to the restroom, and my husband lets all the dogs out to use the restroom. My husband calls to me,
"Hey, you should see Preston. When I put him out, he turned around and looked at me with his head all tucked down and tilted, and this little stance. It is really cute. He is doing it again, come look."
So I go to the door and start watching him. He is running all over the yard, playing with Bailey, jumping and flipping his feet around. Once in a while, he will stop and look at us. Every time, he has his head tilted to the side, and tucked to his chest. At first I think it is funny, and then I start to get concerned.
"I wonder if he has a crick in his neck or something.
That is odd, he isn't lifting his head at all."
I call Preston. He turns to look at me. His head is still tucked, and tilted to the side. Now I am starting to be concerned.
I call him again.
He finally comes running to me, and I pick him up.
"Oh no, his hair is caught in his collar."
I start to try to untangle it.
Guess what?
His hair is NOT caught in his collar, his chest hair is caught on his tooth.
He has apparently at some point while we are gone, chewed on his chest hair, and gotten it all tangled around his little tooth.
Takes me forever to get it untangled, and get the knot out of his hair, the minute I do, down and off he goes, playing again like he has no cares in the world.
Only Preston, goofy dog, life is a ball, even when your head is tied to your neck with your own chest hair.
