More new toys!

I know I only wrote yesterday, but in the afternoon I got even more new toys, so I just had to let you see them. I had lots of fun with them yesterday. But first, Mum took a photo of Hedgie posing in my bed…



Then this is Doggie…



And here’s me and Doggie…



He’s not supposed to be for little dogs to play with, but Mum says he’s good as I can’t run round the room which him as he’s so big. Instead I have to drag him around, which is tiring, I can tell you! Last night his back came undone and I had great fun pulling all of the stuffing out of him. Mum & Dad took him (and the stuffing) off me then, but this morning Mum has mended him and he’s as good as new. You can see him here in this photo taken with my other new toy, Giraffe…



As you can tell, Mum’s not very original when it comes to naming my toys: Hedgie, Doggie, Giraffe – to go with Lion and Kitty and Tigs. Thank goodness she didn’t name me! I might have had to go through life with a name like Puppy!!!

Just a couple more photos from this morning of me having a bit of a stretch.





Dad says it’s just not fair – you try and get up in the morning and have a quiet stretch, and next thing you know there are the paparazzi shoving their cameras in your face, giving you no peace at all!

Unfortunately my new toys weren’t the only things Mum bought me yesterday…



As you can see, I wasn’t very happy about that! Can’t a little dog have any dignity?

How many more operations?

It’s not fair! My leg hurts a lot again, and I can’t really walk on it properly. It’s gradually been getting worse all week. So last night Mum and Dad took me to see another vet, and he says I’ve got a very poorly leg indeed (after he had poked it and pulled it around a lot). He said far from being better I need to have ANOTHER OPERATION on it! How many more do I have to have? What’s wrong with getting it right the first time? Mum was very upset about it, but if she’s upset, how does she think I feel? AND, at last I’ve finally found someone who’s managed to work out that my other leg isn’t very good either. But I have to use one of them, so it has to be the one that hurts the least. The vet says I will have to have an operation on that leg too. Well, all I can say is they better make pretty certain that it’s only one operation this time, and not three!

Actually, I think the new vet seemed quite nice, but he was a vet, and I’ve definitely gone off vets. He’s sending me to see a specialist to get my legs fixed, so now Mum’s waiting to hear when we can go and see him.

As I can’t really walk properly, I’m spending a lot of time in my bed. It’s nice and cosy, and I can get really comfortable in it. Plus it means I’m getting spoilt. Last night I was given a chicken wing, and I haven’t had one of those for several days. And today Mum bought me another new toy. It’s a little Hedgehog with a Santa hat on, who sings and vibrates when you press his side. So I pick him up and run round the room with him, and shake him well until I manage to kill him, and then I take him back to my bed with me. He’s good fun, although I don’t quite understand how he keeps managing to come back to life after I’ve killed him. Mum took some photos of me with him earlier.







Other than that there’s not really too much to tell you, as I don’t really do a lot or go anywhere these days. But Mum & Dad have been cutting the big hedge out the front, so they’ve taken me out with them on a long lead tied to a stake in the ground. It’s made a change, plus I’ve managed to get to meet people and other dogs as they walk along the footpath. I saw my friend Traf, the Rottie, the other day. He’s had his bad leg fixed too and had his leg shaved. Apparently he’d had to have something called a cruciate ligament fixed, which Mum says is pretty serious. And then a couple of days this week I’ve seen Eric & Pat. So that was really exciting, except they didn’t stay very long.

I’m still not happy about the food I’m getting. Mum seems to have stopped giving me chicken wings and keeps giving me dog food. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good quality dog food, but it’s not chicken! So I’m not eating a lot. Mum says it won’t hurt as I’m putting on too much weight where I’m not getting any exercise. Yeah, right – it’s not her that’s going hungry!

What happened to my crate?

One minute it was there, where it’s always been, and the next minute, all that was left were crumbs!



Actually I know where it went. It would have been hard to miss it there was so much banging around went on. Mum moved it into her sitting room. I’m not sure why, but actually I think I quite like it there.



It seems to feel more snugly somehow. Leastways, it didn’t take me very long to settle down in it and fall asleep…



Talking of crumbs, what is with this vacuuming lark? Not only is the vacuum cleaner noisy (and deserving of the occasional attack), but when Mum’s finished all of the crumbs and leftovers that I’ve left strategically around the house have gone, never to return. Mum! I’m saving those! Ok I rarely come back and actually eat them, but you never know when a little dog might get hungry and be in need of a little snackette.

The other big news is that I am now allowed out in the garden without my lead on. Lots of pots seem to have appeared all along the wall though, so I have to go all the way round the back to get up onto the flower bed. But at least it means that I can now get round behind the bamboo again – I like to get in behind there. And when I was out in the garden earlier Kim from next door bought her baby Luka to see me, although they didn’t come in the gate.

I’m also feeling an awful lot better. My leg has hurt a bit this afternoon so I’ve been limping. I don’t know what I did to make it hurt, but it seems to be getting a bit better now. I’m hoping Mum will take me out for another walk later.

I've got a new toy!

I think Mum must have felt guilty for taking all my other toys away, as yesterday she went out and got me a new toy. It’s great fun, as it involves lots of treats. It’s taken me a little while to work out how to get my treats out of it, but I think I’ve got the hang of it now.

So here are some photos of me with my new toy. You can see the scar on my leg in that middle one. That’s the newest, smaller scar. You can’t really see the much longer scar from the first operation I had.







Mum has also taken some video of me with my new toy. The only thing is, as you will see from the video, she’s suddenly put some little pegs in it which stop me sliding the things around, and I haven’t quite worked out what to do about those yet.



I’m feeling a lot better now. Mum took me out for 2 walks yesterday and 2 more today. They are only short walks round the ponds here, but they make me quite tired, so I have to have a bit of a sleep afterwards. Anyway, she took some photos today as it was nice and sunny. If you think I look a bit miserable that not because I don’t feel very well – its because I hate wearing my Gentle Leader and like to make my opinion known. Mum says I have to wear it, though, while my leg is getting better as it stops me dashing around and pulling so much.









Oh, and have you noticed that Mum has added a slideshow of photos of me in the bar on the side? She tried to add videos too, but I get her’s as well. She tried to delete those, and it won’t let her so I’ve tucked them away down the bottom for now, until Mum can figure out how to get rid of them.

Anyway, I’m off to have another little snooze. All this walking and playing with my Twister has worn me out.

All of my toys have gone!

Sorry I haven’t written anything here for a long time, but I really haven’t felt very well.

I had my second operation nearly two weeks ago. Caty took the old pin out of my leg and put in two new ones. And this time round I had stitches. It wasn’t nearly as bad as when I had it done the first time though, and I was soon walking about on it. But when Mum took me back for a check up after 2 days Caty said the pins had moved a bit and I had to be kept very quiet so that they didn’t move any more.
And that’s what’s caused the problems. Caty keeps giving me different tablets, and they make me feel really, really ill. They are like when I have an anaesthetic and I come round and everything is really scary. And with the last lot, I couldn’t stop pooing either. I was really pleased when Mum finally persuaded Caty that I needed something different. So on Friday Caty gave Mum some valium for me. It still makes me feel a bit odd, and it makes me sleepy, but its not horrible like those other tablets.

I’ve also had two week-ends where either Mum or Dad has been away. The first week-end Dad went and I stayed at home with Mum. Then this last week-end Mum went and I stayed with Dad. He was the one who gave me the valium. But since Mum’s come home I haven’t had any more. Mind you, the weather is horrible, so I’ve spent a lot of time sleeping.

The other thing is that I’ve not been allowed to have any walks at all cos of these pins in my leg. And I still have to go out on the garden on a lead, and am not allowed to jump up onto the flower beds or go up the steps and go behind the pond. So it’s been really, really boring. And ALL OF MY TOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED. All I seem to have left are things to chew. One minute they were there, and the next they had gone. I keep going to my toy bucket, but they’ve not re-appeared. I think someone must have stolen them.

And then, I’m not allowed on the furniture either, so I can’t snuggle up on the sofa. Dad did put some cushions on the coffee table the other day though. I thought he’d put them there for me, so got up and had a lie down in the sun. Mum wasn’t very pleased though.



It’s really not fair at all.

Today though, Mum has taken be back out for a little walk, even if it was wet and horrible. And she’s let me have a little game with my treat ball. And this being ill lark does seem to involve a lot of peanut butter and chicken, so it can’t be all bad.

Lastly Mum says I should say Hello to Judy who’s been reading my blog. So Hello Judy. I’m pleased you like it.