Judgement Day.

Hi everyone,

Me again. I'm afraid I've been a bit poorly this week. I'm generally not a sickly dog, but on Saturday night I was sick on mummy's posh Kylie Minogue bedding (obviously I wasn't going to be sick in my own basket!) Next day I was right as rain, bobbing around, trying to eat anything that looked vaguely edible, as usual, but then that night I was sick again. Same scenario Monday and Monday night, mummy just can't figure it out? She was very sympathetic at first, but apparently, she's getting rather annoyed because she has to keep washing Kylie.

On Tuesday we went to visit my new vet, Jeremy Giles, not about my sickness, but about my disabled leg. Mummy and I loved Jeremy, he's a very clever man and he's going to take X-Rays of my leg and refer them to his friend, Noel Fitzpatrick, he's a super-duper vet and has developed several world-firsts in veterinary orthopaedics. He might be able to invent something to straighten my leg out.

Jeremy was very impressed with my behaviour because I sat still with no whinging, I'm such a good boy......everything was going very well until.....

He asked mummy about my diet and told her he didn't like the idea of a raw diet. The conversation got a bit much for me, I nearly had a snooze, I know what mummy's like when she thinks she right and daddy and I find it's best not to cross her. Then Jeremy said I was chubby! How very dare he, apparently I need to lose half a kilo, I was a bit cross about that because mummy said she's cutting back on my treats. I've got very clean teeth apart from the back two teeth, so when I have my X-Ray I'm having them cleaned, mummy says I mustn't worry because I'll be fast asleep through it all. Meanwhile, as well as brushing my teeth with my toothbrush, I've now got a special finger glove plaque removal thingamajig. Mummy puts it on her finger and rubs it around my teeth, it really makes me gag, I much prefer cleaning my own teeth.

Anyway, as if all that wasn't exciting enough, Bertie's bought a flat, although mummy says I mustn't get too excited because sometimes things go wrong. Last Saturday we went to have a good look around and I loved it, I got a bit excited because a cat lives there and I wanted to make friends with him, we played this great game called hide and seek, but apparently, the cat won't be living there when Bertie moves in, which is a shame. Afterwards, we strolled round to the local café for some lunch, I can't wait to become a regular visitor because everyone made such a fuss of me.

By the way, have I ever mentioned my friend Toby? Well, as you know, I've got lots of friends, some I like more than others and some dogs really irritate me and I have to do my alien face warning "grrrrr back off" and if that doesn't work I go for the jugular. But Toby is the love of my life, when I see him I go giddy with excitement, I climb on him, I lick him, I chew his ears, I squeal, I just can't get enough of him. My affection isn't really reciprocated, Toby's quite old and a bit baffled by me, but he's a good old boy, he lets me do my thing without batting an eyelid.

Well, more excitement on Friday because it's my second birthday, I'm not sure what mummy has in store, but I'll let you know next week.
Till then,
Love and woofs,
Dino xxxxxxx