Haircuts and trauma

So over the last couple of weeks I have had visits from Mummy and Daddy F, and Mummy Helen. They came to AS & UD's house, but I know that I'm the main attraction !
Mummy F is always a soft touch, but this time Daddy F was too, which was fab. I've finally worn him down to realising that I'm not just any dog...... !
Mummy Helen is a soft touch too, so there's always double sausage treats when she comes to visit... long may that continue.

I had my hair done recently at a lovely hairdresser place. They were very friendly and spoilt me rotten. Plus the cut and blow dry was brilliant. I looked like a gorgeous, soft ball of fluff and smelt like a bouquet of roses. I know that may not be what every tough, dog-about-town wants to look and smell like, but for me it is the best thing, because it makes Mummy and AS go "aaaaaahhhhhhhh" and feed me lots of treats. This haircut was even better and made UD react the same way. Result ! I'll be going back there again.

Mummy has told me that I have to visit the Dog Doctor again soon. My liver is playing up (apparently) and so is my poorly arthritic leg (I ruddy know about that).
So I have to have a liver biopsy (I have no idea what that is, but it doesn't sound like a barrel of laughs) and I have to have yet another arthritis injection.
So long as this biopsy-thing doesn't involve any needles, I'll allow them to jab me with the arthritis thing, as I already know that it helps me to go for longer walks.

Last night Mummy and UD went out for a beer (!) and AS stayed home, poorly. I was going to nurse her, take care of her and cheer her up with cuddles and kisses.... but I forgot. Instead, I ended up being the casualty and AS looked after me! I was on a routine-patrol round the boundaries, as I could hear some cars outside which required my full investigation to ensure everything was safe and secure. I did a couple of laps around the AS & UD's garden shed, which is the best way of securing the garden and keeping undesirables out, then I decided that I should check the front door too. Without a moment's hesitation or thought for my own safety (thinking only of making sure AS was safe in the house) I belted towards the lounge to dart athletically through the patio door. Bam! Bash! Wallop! Crash! WTF ?
The ruddy doors were shut ! I'd run straight into the closed door! I swear I saw stars and tiny cartoon birds flying round my head. Blimey that hurt.
AS rushed over to me and checked me over very carefully to make sure I was ok (I wasn't) and to see if I was bleeding (I wasn't). No paracetamol though...... (poorly head AS ......)
Anyway, I managed to persuade her that if I ate a couple of sausages I wouldn't throw up, which made me feel a bit better, but not much. My head was pounding, and to be honest I was feeling more than a little embarrassed. Its not really the most macho thing to do is it ? Run headfirst into a closed door. So partly to ease my pain, and partly to ease my shame, I spent the rest of the evening camped by AS's front door and didn't move til Mummy and UD came home.
AS told Mummy about my traumatic accident. And Mummy laughed.... nice !
But they'd brought Yo-Yo burgers home with them so I managed to wangle a bit of chicken burger, a bit of Angus beef burger and a bit of Wagu burger !! Not a bad way to end the evening. I must admit that I was ready for my bed at that point, and slept the headache off nicely. Still feeling a bit off-kilter today, but I think I may be able to manage some sausages......... Yoo-hoo, AS.... UD...are you up ?