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!