I don't understand

There are lots of things I don’t understand at the moment. I’m a very confused little dog.

Take last night. Strange things happened last night. First of all Mum got all dressed up and went out – and she didn’t take me! I wasn’t very happy about that. Ok Dad stayed at home with me, but that wasn’t the point. I didn’t see why I couldn’t go as well. So I spent some time letting Dad know how unhappy I was about it. She came back later on and I thought everything was back to normal. But then Dad put me to bed, AND DIDN’T SHUT THE DOOR TO MY CRATE!!! And he and Mum went to bed and left me downstairs. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, so I stayed where I was for quite a while. But then I went upstairs to investigate. All the lights were out and they were in bed. What was that all about? I went into Mum’s room, but she seemed to be asleep, so then I went into Dad’s room and got on the bed. I stayed there for a long time and dozed off for a while. Then I got up and wandered around again, and had a bit of a bark. At that, Dad got up and got my duvet from the lounge and put it on the floor in his bedroom. So I slept on that for a while. But eventually I woke up, and then of course, wanted a wee. Dad let me out, but then put me back in my crate and shut the door this time. I knew what was happening then and what I was supposed to do, so I went off to sleep for the rest of the night. But why??? Did he just forget to shut me in the first time? And if he did, why didn’t he just take me back downstairs and put me to bed when I first went up to see what was happening. You can see why I’m so confused.

Then there’s this agility class. I was finally supposed to be starting it tomorrow. The weather has been nice, so we all thought it would go ahead. Then Mum got a phone call today to say that it was moving to a new, improved place. Which is really good. But that means there is no class tomorrow, so now we’re starting NEXT week! Am I ever going to start this stupid class??? Personally I don’t see what’s wrong with a bit of mud, but Mum says I might have hurt myself. And how am I supposed to hurt myself in mud? It’s soft, for goodness sake!

Actually, while I’m talking about hurting myself, one of my back legs hurts again. I seem to be stiff all over, especially if I’ve been asleep for any length of time, and don’t seem to be able to get going. And my right back leg keeps hurting and I can’t put it down properly. It doesn’t help that Mum keeps trying to feel it, and massage it and pull it about. So I’ve been steering well clear of her for the past couple of days. I’m hoping she’ll eventually get the message. Today she fed me something called Cod Liver Oil which she seems to think might make it better. And she keeps talking about me resting. Ha! She’s got to be joking. I’m a year old Staffy for goodness sake. I don’t do resting.

Have you noticed Mum has changed the photo of me in my profile. She took some new photos of me at one year old yesterday. I’m rather proud of them. Here’s a little selection of them for you.













Lastly I’m going to leave you with something Mum found on the Staffy Bull Terriers forum. I can relate to this – it’s my way of thinking exactly!

Staffie Property Laws

1. If I like it, it’s mine.
2. If it’s in my mouth, it’s mine.
3. If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine.
4. If I can take it from you, it’s mine.
5. If it looks like mine, it’s mine.
6. If it’s mine, it must never be yours.
7. If I saw it first, it’s mine.
8. If you have something and put it down, it’s mine.
9. If I chew something up, all of the pieces are mine.
10. If it used to be yours, get over it.
11. If it’s broken, it’s yours.
12. If it’s edible, it’s always mine.