I hate suitcases

My stitches were healing nicely and I was starting to feel much more lively (well, as lively as I get these days).

Then... this disgusting striped cat dared to enter my garden.   I belted out from the house and chased the little monster right up over the 6ft garden fence.  Well, the cat went up and over the fence. I was running so hard that I couldn't stop myself and ended up jumping a few inches off the ground, scrabbling up the fence.  I felt one of my stitches pop, but that didn't stop me!  I got rid of the cat !  Next thing, Mummy looks at my belly and she was not happy. Whoops.  She gave me a right old telling off, and told me I'd have to go to the Dog Dr again to check the stitch. So, off we go....... which is fine, because I got a ride in the car, and I like the Dog Dr.
When we got to the Dog Dr, he took one look at my stitches, and whipped them both out there and then !  Nice one Dr !  That felt sooooo much better.  And how good am I that I heal so quickly. Yeah me.  I  must admit I was so chuffed to have the stitches out, that I got a little over-excited and gave Dog Dr another glimpse of my 'little lipstick' (as Mummy so elegantly puts it).  I'm getting older you know.. I don't have the same level of control over these things as I used to.....

Just as I thought things could settle down again... AS & UD started to pack clothes into suitcases. I hate suitcases, because I know what it means when they come out of the wardrobe.  Somebody is leaving me..... normally its Daddy, but this time its AS &UD.  Mummy made me wave them off on Friday, but I made sure they got a good look at my most miserable 'hang-dog' expression before they left.  If they're leaving me for a few days, I'm not going look happy about it.... they need to know how upset I am.......  Mummy said they were off for the wedding of the lovely John & Julie.... well, I only hope John & Julie know how miserable I am. (But do hope they have a lovely day on the  13th)

Mummy tried to cheer me up by giving me a new pink teddy with a squeaky in it.!!  I'm sorry to say that it did work..... for a little while. But once I'd killed the squeaky, and ripped the teddy's belly open...... I was a bit out of puff and needed a break.. Then I remembered that I couldn't tell AS & UD about it..... *insert sad face again.
All this talk of travels makes me think that I should explore a bit more. Hmmmmm, where would I go ... ?