This Is Me.



Hi everyone,

After all the excitement of snow here in the UK last week, things have returned to normal. I had such fun while it lasted, I even joined in with Jack and Ossie, playing rough and tumble, they're brothers and don't normally include me in their games, but we were all a bit giddy with excitement.


I've been trialling my new tablets to see if I use my disabled leg better, mummy says, it's very hard to tell if they are making any difference, as one minute, I'm off, tearing across the beach like Mo Farah, or furiously digging large holes in the garden and the next minute, someone will stop mummy and say: "has your dog got a limp?" Or words to that effect. Mummy gets so fed up with it she's thinking of having a t shirt with me on it saying: "yes I'm disabled......and my mummy knows!"


We had a very long walk at the beach today and I trotted along for miles, but when I sit down, I still hold my leg up. Mummy wonders if it's a sympathy ploy because sometimes people feel sorry for me and give me treats.


I love my walks, so it's good news that walking is the best thing for building muscle in my disabled leg. Sometimes, when I know we're on the home stretch, I use delay tactics like sitting on a bench with my stubborn face.



Today after our walk, we went to visit auntie Renee in her home. Poor Renee hasn't been well, so mummy asked the nurse for some ice cream, I tried to be good, but that ice cream and all the other delicious smells of lunch got the better of me and I started whinging, mummy told me off, as you can tell by my disgruntled face.



Actually, I've been a bit malcontent generally this past week, don't get me wrong, I love it that Bertie's moved back in with us, but he's cramping my style because I'm mummy's special boy and there's not really room for two special boys. Anyway, I decided to go for Bert, quite out of the blue and not normally like me, I bit his hand. I hope he gets the hint and moves into his new house soon, then I can go back to being top dog! I hope he doesn't take Patrick with him, even though I borrowed him from Bert's bedroom, I'd really like to keep him, but mummy says after my behaviour, fat chance.


Well, that's all for this week,
Love and woofs,
Dino xxxxxx
Location: Fareham, UK

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