The diary of a disabled dog blog

Hi there, Well, it's been another eventful week for me. I went to visit my lovely friend, Lacey, who has been rather sad because she's had an operation & I know how that feels. She's bearing up, although she doesn't like wearing her plastic cone and has tried to smash it up, her mummy bought her a dog vest which she hates even more. When her mummy isn't looking she tries to take it off and gets all tangled up and discombobulated. I said to her, keep calm and be good otherwise we won't get a treat, after all, I have to wear my bumblebee jumper and I don't complain. Actually, I've been glad of my jumper this week, it's been so cold we actually had to go to an indoor café instead of the Shack, I thoroughly enjoyed it and sat at the table like a good boy because I'd seen, out the corner of my eye, lots of food on the floor and as soon as I got down, I hoovered it up. I met some fishermen this week too and was ever so exc...

Hi everyone, Hope you've all had a good week. I sure have, although mummy's been a bit cross with me the past couple of days. As you know, I really love eating things, especially treats and there are plenty of people at the park, beach and pub who dish them out if I beg enough. I'm not actually hungry but it's become a bit of an obsession, mummy says she thinks I've got Prada-Willi (there's nothing wrong with my willie although I do lick it quite a lot.) Anyway, I've become so obsessed with humans who may be carrying treats that I can't be bothered to play with my doggie friends. In fact, I've been getting a bit feisty with some of them, pulling my alien face and actually going for their throats. Size doesn't worry me, I made my Newfoundland friend, Bear, leap into the air with fright when he got on my nerves and I went for him. After I've been naughty I always act like butter wouldn't melt. Mummy said I'd better bu...

Hi there, Well, as I mentioned in my last post, last Sunday was my first year anniversary of living with my mummy and daddy and as mummy says "time flies when you're having fun." Don't get me wrong, I loved my doggie family, but I was definitely bottom of the pack which affected my confidence. That all changed when I came to live with mummy and daddy and became 'top dog' Back then I was still intact so my favourite was humping things, daddy's leg, my basket, Bugs Bunny and other dogs, particularly male dogs. I wasn't that keen on food, remarkable given I'll eat virtually anything I can get my paws on these days. Mind you, mummy's been a bit crafty lately, she always shares a little bit of her toast and marmite or peanut butter with mashed banana with me, but this week she's tried fobbing me off with just plain banana, as I said, I'll eat mud, sticks, crab apples and I even foraged an old tampon once, although it was snatched off ...

Hi everyone, What an eventful week I've had. Firstly, for nights on end we've had fireworks going off and mummy says people obviously don't know the nursery rhyme: Remember remember the 5th of November let alone the history of Guy Fawkes. Mummy's had a good old rant about it, especially on twitter, her #MakeMeAngryIn5Words were fireworks and swear words. I don't bat an eyelid quite frankly, our neighbour had a display to match Alexandra Palace but I slept through it. That said, I do feel sorry for some of my doggie chums, some of them had a rotten time of it, after all, not everyone's hard like me. Take my little friend Nellie, she is a rescue dog from Romania and suffers with her nerves, she was a street dog and was in such a state when her new mummy rescued her that she had to have her leg amputated. Mind you, she can't half run, mummy says we are an incredible pair once we start chasing each other, what with my disabled leg and her missing one...