Chipper, my cocker spaniel, rubbed the left side of his face everywhere, on my legs, the kitchen cabinets, even on the asphalt driveway. He would scratch at his face, but not to the point of damaging the skin, so I couldn’t tell exactly where he itched.
He drooled puddles of saliva while he sat patiently hoping for a tidbit while my husband and I ate dinner. I frequently grabbed paper towels to wipe a string of slime from his jowls. Every morning I used a fine-toothed comb to remove most of the dried gook, which collected on his neck and the inside tip of his long droopy ear. His white jaw and neck developed a brown stain. Chipper normally wasn’t such a drooly, itchy dog.