Accident Prone.


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 paws on. Once I pooed a whole stick out of my bottom.


Another time I got my head stuck in a barbed wire fence and cut my neck, mummy didn't notice until I got a big scab, she panicked and rushed me to the vet, well, the vet just flicked the scab off and charged mummy lots of money thank you very much.


Once I helped daddy with some painting, I didn't know I wasn't supposed to stick my face in the paint!


Despite being poorly, I make miraculous recoveries when I want to play or go out.




Especially when there's food around!



But then I start feeling sorry for myself again.



I like writing this blog, but I've started an instagram account now and I post pictures every day, if you love me, you can follow me at dinothedisableddog.

See you all very soon


Love and woofs
Dino xxxxx


Location: Fareham, UK

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