Dog doctor visit

Have tried sitting at AS & UD's back door again . . . still nothing. I've not given up, because I'm a dog and we guard . .its what we do.
But I will confess to only looking in through the window for 5 or 10 minutes at a time now, instead of howling and prowling on and off all day and all evening.
Partly because Mummy keeps standing their with a sad look on her face saying "Not today sweetie". But mainly because its pretty obvious, even to a little dog like me, that they just aren't there !
Patrols around the garden will continue with the usual regularity, and the shed and the washing line will be watered as normal !
I've noticed that I'm being read in Christchurch, New Zealand this week . . . . hmmmmmmm, I wonder who that is . . . . ?

Mummy took me to see the Dog Doctor today. She said it was about my poorly shoulder, as it has been playing up over the last few days (which may be directly related to lack of cocktail sausages). The Dog Doctor was a very nice lady - at first. And then she just started on me and Mummy.
First she said I had the onset of Arthritis, and gave Mummy a bottle of 'stuff' to give me. Next she said I had cataracts starting as my eyes were getting a bit blurry. Mummy explained that that is why when I see someone in the distance carrying a carrier bag, I go into 'stalking/attack mode' as I think its a dog !
I've often wondered why there are so many orange dogs called Sainsbury around my territory !
Anyway, I digress. .. . . . then the Dog Doctor weighed me !!!!! And her first comment was "oh, you've put on a bit". Nice , thanks love ! She told Mummy that I could do with losing 2kg !
And then, just to top it all off, she called me a 'geriatric' !!! OMG, what a bitch (and not in a good "lady dog" way !) Geriatric indeed. I felt like peeing all over her nice clean table.
But instead, what I did do while she was examining me, was to 'pretend' I was all excited . . . and got my 'lipstick' out ! Ha, that'll show her that I'm no geriatric. The Dog Doctor didn't seem to be impressed, but it made Mummy laugh anyway !

So, when we got home, Mummy gave me some of the horrid medicine, and because of the horrid Dog Doctor saying I was a porker, Mummy wouldn't let me wash the medicine down with a sausage ! Aaaaaand, she measured my lunch. This is not going well !
I can only hope she forgets about it all really soon, and starts throwing food my way again . .. . . literally !!