The good news is my paw is getting getting better and I don't have any broken bones; arthritis; lung problems; neurological issues; no kidney problems; no cancer; my blood work was fine, in fact I'm disgustingly healthy for my age. My heart murmur is a bit worse but nothing to worry about. Despite pinning me to the floor and checking all my joints and sticking needles in me the vet could find nothing wrong with me which I find really funny because I've definitely got a limp but that's for her to find out, I'm not telling her what's wrong; that's why she went to school for so long, she can work it out.
I had a great time on Friday - freedom to roam round a garden without that silly lead limiting my movement. It was sooooo nice. My human was on tenterhooks for a time as I get threatened to jump in the swimming pool. It looked so inviting. She got a bit animated whenever I got within 6 inches of the water. I was only looking - honest!
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Sunday, 12 June 2011
Poorly Paw
My human has walked me so much I've worn my paws out. Well not quite but I have managed to wear my nails down so much they are bleeding. I tried my best to keep the blood off the cream carpet but there was so much of it. I've been patched up for now and off to the doggie doctor tomorrow for a proper checkup. It's a great excuse to just lounge around all day without feeling guilty.
Monday, 6 June 2011
Neighbours
Everybody needs good neighbours. And I certainly have them. Not sure how many kiddies are in there but I'd hazard a guess at 3. Mommy and daddy seem to be working really hard to keep the little fellas fed. It's a good job they get a lot of exercise flying back and forth, that hole is really small for them to get through.
Making a mess
I've been a bit lazy of late dragging my feet during my walk, it's so hot and I get tired so quick in the heat. Trouble is I've dragged my heels (so to speak) I've worn my nails down so much they started to bleed the other day. It's no big deal it doesn't hurt or anything and it was only a bit of blood on the kitchen floor, oh and a bit on the wooden floor; and a bit more on the cream carpet; and some more on the rug.... well anyway I digress. It doesn't hurt and the upside is the floors are lovely and clean. My human is now treating me like a small human telling me to pick my feet up. She's threatened me with a trip to the vet if it happens again or worse still making me some booties out of duct tape. Oh the humiliation!
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Please Don't
For the love of all things BBQ, don't shave your golden retriever! Not only do they look really stupid they hate it - I know I've spoken to them. It's degrading. They have survived thousands of years without the need for a short back and sides. Stop being cruel! If they are hot turn up the air con you cheap humans.
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