God's Plan.


Hi everyone,

What a strange week I've had.

Firstly, mummy's been a bit cross because we've been let down by the groomers three times! I must admit, even I feel like I'm due for a haircut. I've been watching mummy have her beauty routines and felt quite jealous.


Last weekend, mummy said we were going hunting, I got all excited, I love hunting for sticks and fox poo, but it turned out we were house hunting, which is an entirely different thing. Apparently, Bertie isn't going to live with us forever and he wants to buy his own house. Well, we found a lovely place by the seaside that will suit me just fine. We did some exploring and decided we liked the beach and the pier where they sell fish and chips and have lots of fun things for children and doggies to play on.


Best of all is a fabulous park with a big lake, I spotted all these things on the lake called swans. I was very excited to go over and introduce myself, but do you know what? A big swan came rushing towards me, hissing and spitting and lunged towards me in a very aggressive manner. Mummy said I was lucky not to get my face bitten off, I think I'll give the swans a wide berth in future.


I was a bit off colour on Wednesday, I can't put my paw on it, but I just felt strange all day. I didn't want to play with other doggies, or even with mummy, but, out of nowhere, I had the urge to hump my basket. Mummy and daddy stared at me and I got all confused with myself, I was so embarrassed I took myself off to bed. Mummy said it was to do with the blue moon, apparently, children, including babies, and pets, are said to be acutely affected by the moon. Anyway, I'm back to my old self today. I got up to my usual antics this morning while mummy was stripping beds. I like to scrundle around in the bedding and try to bury some of it in my basket, it's thirsty work.




Mummy loves singing Drake's new song, God's Plan: "She says, 'Do you love me?' I tell her, 'Only partly. I only love my bed and my momma; I'm sorry," mummy finds it funny but I'm not sure if she thinks it's about me or Bertie? I love my bed and my momma, but I love food the most. I've got it down to a fine art at the Shack, I wait by the counter like a little abandoned dog and sometimes people give me a little bit of their lunch. One lady said, mummy should dress me in a costume and put down a begging bowl (although holding up my bad leg would probably do the trick) and we'd earn a fortune.


Well, thankfully I've just had a haircut, mummy popped into a groomers on spec and I was done then and there, I feel much posher.



Next week is a big week for me, I'm off to see a specialist about my leg, I'll let you know how I get on, till then......


Love and woofs
Dino xxxxxx

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