And on Tuesday I was a poorly little dog. In the morning I kept being sick. Mum kept following m round with kitchen roll trying to wipe the drool off my mouth, which I didn’t think much of. Eventually I stopped being sick, and after a little sleep I felt much better.
I had a really good day Sunday though. Eric and Pat came to lunch. I hadn’t seen them since before I had my operation, so I was really, really excited. And Eric spent a lot of time making a big fuss of me.
Otherwise my walks are starting to get a bit more interesting. I’ve been to the Country Park a few times. It makes a really nice change to just going for walks round here. There are lots more interesting smells there, and lots of dogs and people and squirrels and peacocks! I saw a rabbit last week as well. We’ve been there today (Mum took be out to the boardwalk for the first time in months!), so now I’m pleasantly tired out.
That reminds me. I spend a lot of time chasing the birds out of my garden – filippin’ cheek! I usually ignore the little ones, but definitely make a point of shooing the big ones, like pigeons, off. But one day last week there was this HUGE bird in the garden. I worked myself up into a right state over it. It was a one of these…
Dad says it was a heron. Well, it had the sense to get out pretty quick once it saw me, I can tell you!
Lastly, Mum has spoken to my vet/surgeon today. He says that she and Dad can gradually take me out for longer walks. So that will be really good. But I’ve got to go back to see him in a couple of weeks, so I’m not really looking forward to that. I’ve got to have more XRays, which means another anaesthetic.
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