So – last day of February, and I got taken to the vets FOR AN OPERATION!!! I didn’t know that was why I was going of course. And they were very nice to me while I was there, and there were lots of other animals around, but I was all very groggy and a bit sore when I woke up. Apparently now I can never have puppies. Mum came and got me and took me home in the afternoon, and although she’d bought me a new duvet so that I could recover in the living room, I decided to stay in my bed and slept most of the day. I didn’t even have anything to eat until late at night, but Mum had made me chicken and rice, and I couldn’t resist it.
The next day Mum came home from Tesco with a new t-shirt for me, which was supposed to stop me licking my stitches. Mum had put me in an old one of hers the previous night, but it was too big for me. This was a nice pink one which said ‘Too Fabulous for Words’. I liked the sentiment, but didn’t think much of having to wear the t-shirt and kept trying to take it off. This is me wearing it.
Although my scar seemed to heal quickly at first (I had internal stitches and the outside was ‘glued’ in some way) I wasn’t very keen on the fact that I was only allowed 10 minute walks. And I kept having to go back to the vets as it started to swell. And I had an upset stomach. I wrote another entry in my Mum’s blog about it.
“I’ve been a poorly little dog – what my Mum calls ‘icky’. I didn’t feel very well when I woke up, but ate my two mueseli bars when Mum gave them to me. And then they came straight back up again. I thought that was it, but my tummy really wasn’t right, and after a little sleep I couldn’t seem to stop being sick. So Mum whisked me off to the vet. I saw my favourite vet Rachel. Well, she was my favourite vet until she stuck something she called a thermometer up my bottom while Mum held me. It wasn’t very nice, and I really don’t think I know her well enough yet for her to take those sort of liberties. So she said there didn’t seem to be a lot wrong, but that I had a slight temperature, and for Mum to keep an eye on me. Oh yes, and NOT TO FEED ME!!! And there I was thinking Rachel was a nice lady. She did say I was a beautiful little dog, though.
So we came home but I really didn’t feel too good, so I spent the rest of the morning sleeping. After that I started to feel a bit better. I wasn’t very happy when Mum started cleaning and got that horrible machine of hers out. But I did at least manage to kill and dismember her fluffy duster for her.
After lunch a man came to test the alarm system. Mum originally shut me in the living room, but I heard him say that he had 2 staffies, so she let me out to see him. He was very friendly and so I helped him test the alarms. I tried to tear up the papers on his clipboard for him, but Dad stopped me.
After that, as I seemed a lot better, Mum took me for a walk round the ponds. It was quite a good walk, and I had a bit of a paddle, and a good old sniff round in the woods. But she wouldn’t let me play with the friendly black Labrador that came over to see me.
Well we’re home now and I’m starving. I’ve tried to tell her every way I know how. She’s sort of relented and has cooked me some rice and chicken. But she’s only given me a tiny bit of it. Well, I ate that in about 5 seconds flat. I even took my bowl into the living room in the hope that she’d get the hint, but she doesn’t seem to have done. We have just had a good game of ‘Duvet monster’ though.
Well, there you are. Time to go and have a sniff round in the garden and see if I can catch any spiders. I might do a bit of pruning for Mum while I’m out there (not that she seems to appreciate it). Or perhaps I’ll just play with my plant pots.”
After another week I had to go back to the vet for my final check up. I wasn’t happy though, as I explained in my next blog entry.
“Rats! It’s just not fair. Mum and Dad said I was better and could go for proper walks (off the lead, decent length of time, playing with other dogs) from today. So Mum took me to the vet and they said I couldn’t. I’ve got to be ‘rested’ for another week. What load of old rubbish is that? Can’t they see I’m fine? Just cos that lump thing is still there and is hard when it’s not supposed to be. I heard the nurse tell Mum they thought it might be an allergic reaction to my stitches. Why don’t they just ask me how I feel?
AND the weather isn’t very nice. Its really windy and keeps raining hard. And the back lawn is flooded. Its ok for Mum & Dad – they get to go to the toilet indoors. Me, I have to squat down out in the wind and rain! See, I told you it wasn’t fair. And then there was thunder and lightening again, and then we had more hailstones. Mum did manage to walk round the ponds with me when we got a bit of sunshine. And there’s another thing – I’ve not even got any sun to curl up and go to sleep in! I suppose the only good thing was that I did find a big branch in the garden to chew.
AND Mum bought another one of those horrible vacuum machine things into the house when she came home from Tesco. This one is smaller than her other one, and she said it was cos I make so much mess. I just got on with playing with the packaging.
Then last night there were lots of dogs. I thought they were in the house at first when I heard them barking. I wondered what was going on. Of course, I had a good bark back – well I had to let them know this is my house and they should ask permission before they start barging in uninvited. But then I realised they were on TV. Mum said it was a really big dog show and kept telling me to watch so I could see how I was supposed to do my obedience. And she showed me the agility which she says I’m going to do later in the year.
I’m waiting for Dad to take me out now, but he’s working. And I’m a bit worried that he might not take me as some sort of revenge for the fact that I bit him in somewhere called ‘the bollocks’ (whatever they might be) this morning. Well, how was I to know? I was just jumping up and playing. Mum thought it was really funny.
Oh well, better go and have another snooze. Not much else to do today.”
My long walks didn’t last very long though, as a week later I was back at the vet again as my tummy had got worse. Turns out I was allergic to the stitches and it had become infected. So I had my temperature taken YET AGAIN and this time I had to have an injection, which hurt quite a bit. Mum said I was a very brave little dog about it though. And then after that I had to take antibiotics for a few days which finally cleared it all up.
I was starting to grow into quite a big dog and lost a lot of my puppy looks. This was me in the garden towards the end of March when I was 6 months old.
Life now had settled into more of a pattern. I have walks in the morning with Mum, and in the afternoon with Dad. Mum takes me over the heath, to the country park, to the local recreation ground, or sometimes down the beach. Dad takes me to the woods, to the country park or to the recreation ground. I have some photos of me along the shoreline by the country park.
And one day I found an eggshell, although something had eaten the insides.
But sometimes we do something different.
In April Mum took be back to the RSPCA rescue centre that she got me from, and I saw lots of the people who’d looked after me there. They seemed really pleased to see me, and it was really exciting.
I also saw snow for the first time in April, albeit only briefly. I didn’t think much of it – it was cold and wet. As soon as some landed on my nose I decided that going out in it was not a good idea so watched it from the warmth of the living room.
I also met cows and horses for the first time. The horses are over the heath. They don’t seem very interested in my though, although I try very hard to be friendly. I like the cows though, and they like me. They give me lots of kisses. Here’s some photos of me with some young calves that Mum took in May.
May was a really interesting month as we did lots of new things. But I think I’d best tell you about them next time. Meanwhile I’ll leave you of some photos of me at around 7 months, which were taken in our back garden.
And a couple of videos:
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