The diary of a disabled dog blog

Hi again, I hope you've all had a good week. Mummy says that lots of you are reading my blog which is very exciting, so a big woof woof thank you from me. Well, last week when I wrote, I was on my holiday at my auntie Shirley's because mummy and daddy were in Spain (again!) I quite like going to auntie Shirley's because she's got two pomeranian doggies who I get on with tremendously. In fact, I was trying to teach them how to dig dirty big holes in their mummy's garden, but when we got caught, because I was the only one with a dirty face, I got the blame. It's like the time I found a baby bird in our garden, I wanted to play but all he wanted to do was sit there chirruping, I decided to pick him up, gently mind, then mummy came running out, acting all hysterical and grabbed him off me. The rest of the day mummy spent tending to the baby bird, I felt quite neglected I don't mind telling you. Anyway, eventually mummy put the bird back in the tree i...

Hi there, I hope you've all had a good week. Firstly I apologise for those of you who couldn't watch my video that I posted last week, mummy's got to sort out some teething problems (whatever that means, I think my teeth are just fine) but she's gone off to Spain again, so we'll have to wait before I post any more videos. As I was telling you, my favourite place to go was the beach and more specifically The Shack, but when it got to the month of May, mummy said we couldn't go anymore. Apparently doggies aren't allowed on the beach between May and September, it's a shame, but the problem is that lots of humans don't pick up their doggies poo. My mummy has had cross words with lots of humans about this and she says that they give people like us a bad name and no wonder people don't want doggies on the beach! So, we started finding new places to walk and one of my favourites is Titchfield Haven. There are lots of fields with all sorts of e...

Hi there, little ol me again. Well, after the debacle with the Christmas tree (see video below) I was rather pleased when some of the parcels mummy & daddy had put under the tree turned out to be more new toys for me! I love my toys, particularly ones I can suck like a dummy, Bugs Bunny is my favourite but sometimes I suck my actual basket because it reminds me of my dog mummy. On Christmas day, we went to Eversley Cottage where my brother and his partner live, the next day mummy started acting strange, she kept cuddling me and saying she was going to miss me because her and daddy were going on holiday, apparently we've got another home in Spain and one day I'm going there too. Of course I did miss mummy and daddy, but Eversley Cottage had a great garden for digging in and Bert and Holly gave me tidbits that I'm not really allowed at home, so all in all I had a gay old time.                         ...

Hi there, As I was saying in my last post, I came to live with my new mummy and daddy and one of my first tricks was to dig a hole in daddy's prize lawn, digging is one of my favourites. I was also very partial to a slipper, but only if it was attached to someone's foot. Mummy thought she'd give me her old slippers to chew on and went and bought a new pair, silly mummy, naturally I wanted the new pair and bit mummy's toes to get them off her feet, strangely, neither of them wear slippers anymore?                                                                               Slipper attack! I'm an easy going sort of a chap but a few things upset me early doors, take for example the time I was trotting over to my basket and saw things hanging on the radiator, I went barking mad, mummy co...