Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Oh yes, another long break because, yet again, She has been flat out at work - I'm not sure why this is an issue because when I'm flat out, it doesn't make me tired - in fact, being flat out usually means I'm asleep! Or, at my patrol post, checking out the comings and goings of the complex where I live:
sooky and whingy brave and tough about it all. And I'm much better and don't have to visit the dog-ter again for another 6 months, so that's all good. Won't stop me from sleeping with the Bears though - they are great for keeping me warm!
My only problem with the weekend was the BATH. Secretly, I do know that a BATH (bad horrible word) every once in a while is fine, but I really don't like how I smell 'lovely' (Her word) afterwards - it's not dog-ly at all to smell 'lovely' is it????
So this is what I did to get back at Them:
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Well, as some of you already know, in the cooler weather, I like to sleep with Her collection of something she refers to as 'the Bears'which, in the past, has been the subject of some disagreement between Her and me although, in fairness, She soon realised that my awesome ability to completely ignore Her when I don't agree with what is being said (it's actually more the fact that most of what She says, I simply don't understand - I'm a dog, I don't actually understand most of Her conversation - key words such as 'walk', 'car', 'beach', 'river', 'go', 'eat' and 'treats' tend to get a good reaction but the rest, it's white noise mostly!) led to me having quite a bit of leeway with the Bears BUT, what with the Arf-an-I-tis, She's decided that sleeping with the Bears is a good thing - it means I'm warm, all the time, and I snuggle right into them so my left leg, which is the Arf-an-I-tis inflicted one, gets extra warmth from the Bears. So, it aint all bad having Arf - in fact, I barely notice it but I'm certainly not above using it to my advantage if need be.
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Well, ok, so I've been away for a while - the She Two Legged One is very busy at work and is a tad
grumpy tired these days and They have refused to buy me my own lab-top ..... not sure what that is about. BUT, anyway, She was ok tonight and seems to have found her sense of humour some time to help me out. So, here's an update:
A few weekends ago, She said to Him - it's a lovely day, let's go for a road trip - so we did. We went to a little town about 2 hours away, and we drove through some glorious country side - oh, the smells were wonderful - sheep, cows, kangaroos - and I wasn't annoying at all, demanding to stick my head out the window every few seconds, no, not at all. I was very well behaved (I hear someone snorting in disbelief behind me - I shall ignore Her) and took great interest in the goings ons in the main street:
but I was all good for ages afterwards - however, with the very cold weather we have been having (well, not cold compared to Ireland but cold for here!), She noticed the limp was back so off to the dog-ter. the very nice dog-ter said I had to go back for an 'xray' - so I did, last Friday and, well, as suspected, I have Alf-an-I-tis and something about worn cardigans which will only get worse if I continue to do this: