Well, this week is definitely going downhill.......put into the back of the family truck this morning...are we going walkies??..not on your life. Its up the A38 for an appointment with a vet with very cold hands, just to get stabbed in the back of the neck with a needle to stop me from catching anything unatural from humans that I might meet whilst I am out and about.
This followed by the indignity of being put on the scales to see if I'm putting on the beef!!
I should be so lucky on the scabby brown biscuits that get chucked in my bowl each morning.
...and they wonder why I hover around their plates when they are putting pork, stuffing and gravy down their necks.
Its a good job that I am so even tempered.
I must go for a lie down now as I feel a little weak.
Beau
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
Monday, 6 February 2012
Finally sorted out how to get my paws to work on a wireless-mouse without getting bitten. Ma and Pa are sitting down writing lists of all the stuff that needs to be done on the rusting hulk before we can get out of this carpark for boats.
I'm a bit torn between wanting to get out of here, ('cos I have to be attached to my minder by a rope which is a real drag when they don't want to sniff the same things that I do), and the start of the annual drag around the canals of Britain, when I can be let loose, but tend to get shouted at a lot more in case I frighten kids or small dogs.
I've noticed that there is a group of people around that don't want to play the same games as me: such as Running between Legs with a Large Stick, Pinch the Ball off the Poodle and Lock-Beam Roulette.
I still think that if they understood the rules better, then they would enjoy these games as much as I do.
Gotta go now 'cos it looks like Ma is grating something tasty into my bowl.
Beau
I'm a bit torn between wanting to get out of here, ('cos I have to be attached to my minder by a rope which is a real drag when they don't want to sniff the same things that I do), and the start of the annual drag around the canals of Britain, when I can be let loose, but tend to get shouted at a lot more in case I frighten kids or small dogs.
I've noticed that there is a group of people around that don't want to play the same games as me: such as Running between Legs with a Large Stick, Pinch the Ball off the Poodle and Lock-Beam Roulette.
I still think that if they understood the rules better, then they would enjoy these games as much as I do.
Gotta go now 'cos it looks like Ma is grating something tasty into my bowl.
Beau
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