Well, it's about time!!!

At last ! Mum and Dad have finally worked out that I don’t want to go for long walks cos my leg hurts. It’s only taken them oh I don’t know how many months. And it wasn’t as though I didn’t drop enough hints. Anyone with even a modicum of intelligence would have worked out that there was a reason why I used to run off and hide under a bush when it came time for my walk. Hello!!! How else was I supposed to tell them I really didn’t want to go?

Anyway, now we’re only going for very short walks – normally around the small lake next to the house. But I don’t mind, as I’m allowed lots of sniffing time, so we can be out for ages while I just sniff about and try and figure out what’s been going on, and who’s been there. Sometimes I see a squirrel and try and chase it, but I’m on a lead nowadays and they always run up a tree before I can get to them.

The only downside is that I don’t really get to play with other dogs anymore. Sometimes I’m allowed to go up and say ‘hello’ for a short time, especially if we bump into Tanny. Tanny is an Irish Setter who was in my first obedience class. She’s the same age as me. And she’s got a friend, Charlie, now, who’s about 5 months old. But there are some very strange people out there. Yesterday a really nice dog came bounding over to say hello to me, and we were just getting to know each other when his owner started shouting at my Dad that she (the other dog’s owner, not my Dad) didn’t have her dog under control. Now what was all that about? I was on my lead, and we were saying hello nicely, and then she comes along and spoils it. I don’t think I’ll ever understand humans.

Take food. I like chicken. I’m quite happy eating raw chicken wings. In fact, apart for treats, I don’t want to eat anything else. But Mum will insist on trying to feed me other things, like this all-in-one dried food and other canned dog food. Mum! I don’t eat it cos I don’t like it much (well, not as much as chicken). I like chicken! What’s wrong with just feeding me chicken?

And then there’s my bones. Mum given me a bone and it’s all fresh, and not nice and smelly at all. So I carry it around for a few days, and just as it gets to the stage where it’s nice and stinky and ripe for eating, she goes and throws it out!! Excuse me! I’d just got that how I like it. Who cares if it’s covered in maggots? You want me to eat something other than chicken don’t you? Well maggots are something different, and I’m sure they’re good for me. See, I start out with just a bone, and I end up with a bone and maggots – that way it goes further! Especially if the maggots crawl all over the living room carpet (that was a joke, by the way!).

There! Now I’ve got that off my chest I feel better. Time for a snooze. After all, the weather’s rubbish, so there’s not much point in doing anything else.