The diary of a disabled dog blog

I'm getting to be quite a little regular at my vets. I've had another accident. Something pierced my tummy last week, well, I do like to get in amongst it, especially the big bamboo bush at the park and bamboo is terribly sharp. Mummy and daddy had to take me to the vets and she poked the tweezers into my tummy, I tried to be brave, but I cried a bit. I had to come home with lots of tablets to make me better, but I was really poorly for a couple of days, so back to the vets we went. When we went back a third time, the vet said I wasn't getting better and I might have to have an operation, I hope not. Mummy says I'm a constant worry, she worries about my disabled leg, but Professor Noel Fitzpatrick, who is the bestest vet ever, said that I've learnt to live with my disability. I once swallowed a chewy thing whole and nearly died, I had to have a operation to make me better. But that didn't put me off and I still eat almost anything I can get my...

Hi everyone I hope you've had a lovely week, I have. We've had more hot weather which means mummy and I go to the beach, I prefer the beach to the park because I can run like billy-o and splash about in the sea if I get too hot. The park is okay, but once I've had a sniff around, marked my territory and snapped at a few dogs, just to let them know who's in charge, I get hot, bothered and bored. I love dunking my head in the water and fishing out stones, but best of all, I love rolling around in any dirt I can find when I'm wet. I was a bit naughty though because I ran on ahead of mummy and found a family having a picnic, I was so excited by all the sandwiches and sausage rolls that I peed up the lady's handbag. She was quite cross and mummy was very embarrassed. Nevertheless, we still went to The Shack for our own little picnic. We've been going to Bert's rather a lot because there's decorating and all sorts to do. T...

Hi everyone I didn't post last week because, quite frankly, it was so hot that I didn't really go anywhere, or do very much, other than find some shade or a cool spot and snooze. Mummy and daddy did take me along one evening to have a drink with Bert and his friends, we were all going to sit nicely in the pub garden and have something to eat, but I just wasn't in the mood, so I started whinging and whining and pulling my sulky face, despite all the fuss everyone made of me. Mummy said, "It's worse than having a child on tow!" and she had the cheek to threaten me with no more visits to the pub. Good old daddy always takes pity on me, so the next night we went to my local. I'm getting to be a creature of habit, mummy says I'm getting too big for my boots and that I think I rule the roost. When we got to the pub, my pal George was there, so we did a bit of strutting around, let people have their cuddles and all that nonsense, then we ...