The diary of a disabled dog blog

Hi there everyone, Are you getting into the Christmas spirit? I am, I've already spotted a couple of parcels under our Christmas tree and I'm sure they must be for me, mummy said I mustn't touch them, but I keep sniffing one and it smells very nice, I'm tempted to rip the paper off when mummy isn't looking. I had a nice haircut this week all ready for my Christmas wardrobe, but as you know, I'm not overly keen on smelling of perfume so I dug a bit of a hole to dirty my paws up a bit, then I had a little scoff of mud...... oh, and a little rub around on my neck. Today I went to the park in my Christmas pudding jumper, I was proud as punch. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Elvis and I could see he was in a mischievous mood. I warned him, "Don't mess with me in my Christmas pudding jumper" but oh no, he insisted on pushing my buttons and then tried grabbing my stick! Neither one of us was going to let go, even ...

Hi there, I'm a bit late posting this week, sorry about that, but phew it's been a hectic week. Mummy and I have been back and forth to my brother Bertie's house because, guess what, Bertie might be coming to live with us for a while which is sooooo exciting. I love going to stay at Bertie's house because there's lots of lovely countryside muddy walks and I love mud. I particularly like eating very wet, slushy mud, it's like a soup starter before my main course, which one day was fox poo. I ferreted some out and it was delicious, however, I don't recommend you try it because your mummy might get very angry and scrub you to within an inch of your life. My advice is, sulk! Anyway, it's all quid pro quo as far as I'm concerned, mummy had the cheek to dress me up this week as an elf...... but i was an angry elf, ok, the fox poo was a bridge too far, but come on, give a dog a break! Now, believe this if you will, Santa Claus...