Well, 2011 has been a rollercoaster of a year so far...... and we're only a 3rd of the way through.
How can I sum up all that has happened so far ....??? I'll start with a 'high'.....
Way back in January, my Aunty Dawnie came for a short visit. AD is lovely and scratches my bum for me..... I love that. I repay such kindness with lots of sloppy kisses !
Next a 'low'. Mike passed away (see previous blog). Mummy was very very sad for days. I tried to cheer her up with kisses and cuddles, and I think it worked. I got to have a few 'sleep-overs' with AS & UD while Mummy helped Nannie Christine to sort some things out.
Then I started to hear rumblings of Daddy coming home...... What ? Really ?? Yippeeeee ! I haven't seen Daddy for ages and ages. Sometimes Mummy talks about him, and sits me in front of the laptop and tells me to talk to someone called "Skype"... I've got no idea what she's on about though, but I sit and look at the screen for a while to show willing. Now and again I think that I can almost hear Daddy's voice, far far away, very faintly... but he never comes through the door, so I normally head back to AS & UD's for a 'sympathy sausage'.
Then one day in early March (I know it was early March because the daffodils had starting springing up round my patrol area near the duck pond, and I watered them twice a day) Daddy walked through the door !
I was very very happy to see him and I thought my tail would fall off, I shook it that much ! I jumped all over him, sat on his lap for cuddles (wouldn't let Mummy anywhere near him... he's MY Daddy), gave him great big sloppy kisses, and wagged and wagged and wagged........then I went to AS & UD's for a 'celebratory sausage'.
Daddy didn't seem to be home for long, before he disappeared again. Mummy explained that he had to go to Wales to see him Mummy as she was poorly. After a couple of days, Mummy went to join him, and I had another sleep-over with AS &UD.
When they came home, Daddy was very sad and cried a lot. Mummy told me that my Nannie Meriel had passed away. I had stayed at Nannie M's house a few times when I first lived with Mummy & Daddy. Nannie M was a lovely lady, and was a total sucker for my very best 'meerkaat' (sit up and beg) impression ! She fed my loads of things, including a full Sunday dinner once ! I hadn't seen her for a long time, but I remember her fondly.
Poor Daddy. I tried to give him some extra 'loves'to show him how sorry I was for him. But he seemed very sad and far away for days, so I gave him some space and went to AS & UD's for some 'reflective/respectful sausages'.
Daddy has some extra time at home, and has been working in the garden while Mummy goes to work. I've helped as much as possible.... standing right behind him when he's painting the fence, watering the plants (and any paint brushes etc that he puts on the floor for more than 5 minutes). I've patrolled the 'boundaries' with more purpose... to show Daddy that I've got things under control while he's away.
My sentry duty, up and down the garden wall has been exemplary, and my circuits round the garden shed have ensured that no intruders have made it into the garden!
Daddy can be sure that Mummy, AS, and UD are all safe..... and so is my sausage stash ! Well, we all have our own priorities.
The weather is glorious today, so I'm sitting in the garden again, while Daddy paints the garden fence. He has made rumblings about giving me a bath, but I can only hope that he's far too busy and forgets all about it. I certainly won't be reminding him.
Right, enough of this blogging mularkey....time to check the boundaries again.
My name is Jack. I am 12 (nearly 13) years old and live in Bristol with my Mummy and my Daddy. I share myself with Aunty Sarah & Uncle David who live next door. They spoil me more than Mummy, and NEVER bath me. So if you need to find me, try their house first.
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Just want to take a moment .....
I am way behind on the updates, but before I get into all that, I just want to take a moment to pay my respects to Mike Clarke.
You may remember Mike from Chapter 1 of my autobidography. He was the son of my first owners, and he was the person who put me and Mummy and Daddy together over 5 years ago.
Mike used to visit me (and his parents !) in Cardiff and when he visited he always made a huge fuss of me (yay) and gave me treats (yay). He would take me out for walks in the park (yay) and would give me a bath to clean me up (boo).
Mike was a lovely lovely man, and I loved seeing him. When he took me to meet Daddy for the first time, I cried and cried when Mike drove away without me. When Mummy and Daddy took me to Wales, we visited Mike and then it was my turn to make a massive fuss of him ! I jumped on his lap and covered him in kisses, and made sure to let him know that I'd missed him.
Mike was a truly lovely person, and always put others before himself, including animals ! I will miss him, and so will Mummy and Daddy, and many many others.
You may remember Mike from Chapter 1 of my autobidography. He was the son of my first owners, and he was the person who put me and Mummy and Daddy together over 5 years ago.
Mike used to visit me (and his parents !) in Cardiff and when he visited he always made a huge fuss of me (yay) and gave me treats (yay). He would take me out for walks in the park (yay) and would give me a bath to clean me up (boo).
Mike was a lovely lovely man, and I loved seeing him. When he took me to meet Daddy for the first time, I cried and cried when Mike drove away without me. When Mummy and Daddy took me to Wales, we visited Mike and then it was my turn to make a massive fuss of him ! I jumped on his lap and covered him in kisses, and made sure to let him know that I'd missed him.
Mike was a truly lovely person, and always put others before himself, including animals ! I will miss him, and so will Mummy and Daddy, and many many others.
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Bye bye 2010....
Well December 2010 disappeared quickly.
One minute everything was quiet and routine, next thing Mummy is being scraped up off the floor after a 'work's do' (nice work by the way, AS & UD). Then one night, I nip next door and nothing..... light's off, no one home. grrrrrrrrrr, hate it when that happens.
Went home, sulked on the settee. Next day, Mummy fills the car up with all sorts of shiny bags, and boxes all packed in shiny paper with bows on them. Then she says to me "Want to go on holiday?". Do I ever! Awesome. So off we go to the doggy hotel (Mummy says kennels, yeah whatever!). Mummy was in the office talking to the bosslady, but the blokey Ian put a collar on me, so off I went. I think I forgot to say Goodbye to Mummy ! Whoops.
Anyway, I had a lovely spa break for 4 days, then Mum ruined it and came to fetch me. Something about it costing a small fortune over Christmas.... but I'm worth it Mum. Dogs have Christmas too !
A day or so later, and whilst 'on guard' at the front window I saw AS & UD were home ! Yip yip yip. I was straight round there to say Welcome back. I stayed for a few hours, well its rude not to.
New Year's Eve 2010.
I was round with AS & UD all day, looking after them. AS had the sniffles, so I had to help UD take care of her. I find that the best treatment for all human ailments, is a ruddy good doggy kiss on the chops ! Works wonders, and never fails to make them smile.
Mummy joined us at teatime. But luckily she knew not to try to sit on the armchair... that's my seat ! AS & UD got the sofa, I got the armchair (naturally), so Mummy sat on the floor. Sounds about right to me.
The 3 of them chatted and ate and drank(well, Mummy & AS anyway). Now and again they made sufficient noise to stir me from my sleep, but I pretty much managed to sleep through the whole thing, including the ruddy fireworks. I don't mind the fireworks at all, its just that they wake me up, and that's not good.
UD gave up and went to bed, leaving them too and me (help UD, help). Mummy woke me up about 3am and said it was time for bed (honestly !) She then fell home, and I helped her to bed.
I started 2011 on a high note. Woke Mummy up at 8.30am, and took her for a brisk, bracing walk to clear the cobwebs. Don't think it really worked, as she had 2 paracetamol as soon as we got home !
I nipped to AS and UD's a bit later. AS seemed to be moving very slowly, if at all. UD was fine though, and I helped him put a lovely big lamb joint in the oven, and kept an eye on it for the rest of the day. AS and Mummy ate a little bit for tea, and me and UD ate plenty ! Girls are softies, boys are tough !
I was just settling down to 2011, when Mummy says "Vets". I was in the car like a shot ! I loooooooove the vets. I get loads of attention and people coo at me. "Aaaah, he's cute". "Aaah, he looks good for his age". That sort of thing !
Anyway, Mummy drops me off at the vets and off she goes.
They put a needle in my arm to help me sleep.... like I need any help to sleep !
When I woke up, I was a bit woozy, but felt ok. My right arm was stinging a bit and when I looked at it, they'd put a girly pink bandage on it! Grrrr
Plus my mouth was a bit sore too, just the left side. However, my teeth were sparkling and all squeaky clean. Nice one.
Mummy came to get me, and fussed over me like she hadn't seen me in months ! Women!
The vet lady told Mummy that I have 'advanced arthritis' and need oily fish, and some other drugs. Plus my mouth was sore because they'd removed a cyst off my lip, and given my teeth a scale and polish !
At home, I got to have some sardines as a treat, plus some yucky stuff in a syringe. Apparently the vet lady says I have to eat a 'chewable dog antibiotic' tablet for a few days. Not a chance lady. Chewable or not, I ain't eating it.
Mummy tried to hide it in a sausage, stupid idea. How sensitive do you think my nose is ? Hmmmm, well its very sensitive. Enough to know when I'm being conned into eating something I don't want to. So I spat it out........ 5 times.
In the end Mummy grabbed my mouth, chucked it down the back of my throat and held my face shut. I always knew that was how it was going to play out! But its fun watching her think she's won a few time, then seeing her scrabbling round the floor for the bits of spat-out tablet ! Hee hee, you have to get your fun where you can these days !
Next I decided to go and get some fuss from AS. I put my 'ouch AS look what they did to me' face on. That worked, as I knew it would. Lots of fuss and cuddles and 'aaah poor little man'. And sausages, plenty of sausages !
As soon as got home again, Mummy took the bandage off and said "That's quite enough pathetic-ness from you matey". Well that sympathy was a bit short lived eh. I'm sure I got away with it much longer when I had my bladder stones operation.
I got my own back anyway, by sleeping on the end of the bed and shuffling about every 30 minutes (pretending I couldn't get comfortable with my poorly arm and lip), so Mummy had a crap night's sleep ! Ha, revenge.
I feel ok now, but Mummy is continuing to give me all the horrid medication and tablets and things. At least I can also nip next door for a bit of proper sympathy.
One minute everything was quiet and routine, next thing Mummy is being scraped up off the floor after a 'work's do' (nice work by the way, AS & UD). Then one night, I nip next door and nothing..... light's off, no one home. grrrrrrrrrr, hate it when that happens.
Went home, sulked on the settee. Next day, Mummy fills the car up with all sorts of shiny bags, and boxes all packed in shiny paper with bows on them. Then she says to me "Want to go on holiday?". Do I ever! Awesome. So off we go to the doggy hotel (Mummy says kennels, yeah whatever!). Mummy was in the office talking to the bosslady, but the blokey Ian put a collar on me, so off I went. I think I forgot to say Goodbye to Mummy ! Whoops.
Anyway, I had a lovely spa break for 4 days, then Mum ruined it and came to fetch me. Something about it costing a small fortune over Christmas.... but I'm worth it Mum. Dogs have Christmas too !
A day or so later, and whilst 'on guard' at the front window I saw AS & UD were home ! Yip yip yip. I was straight round there to say Welcome back. I stayed for a few hours, well its rude not to.
New Year's Eve 2010.
I was round with AS & UD all day, looking after them. AS had the sniffles, so I had to help UD take care of her. I find that the best treatment for all human ailments, is a ruddy good doggy kiss on the chops ! Works wonders, and never fails to make them smile.
Mummy joined us at teatime. But luckily she knew not to try to sit on the armchair... that's my seat ! AS & UD got the sofa, I got the armchair (naturally), so Mummy sat on the floor. Sounds about right to me.
The 3 of them chatted and ate and drank(well, Mummy & AS anyway). Now and again they made sufficient noise to stir me from my sleep, but I pretty much managed to sleep through the whole thing, including the ruddy fireworks. I don't mind the fireworks at all, its just that they wake me up, and that's not good.
UD gave up and went to bed, leaving them too and me (help UD, help). Mummy woke me up about 3am and said it was time for bed (honestly !) She then fell home, and I helped her to bed.
I started 2011 on a high note. Woke Mummy up at 8.30am, and took her for a brisk, bracing walk to clear the cobwebs. Don't think it really worked, as she had 2 paracetamol as soon as we got home !
I nipped to AS and UD's a bit later. AS seemed to be moving very slowly, if at all. UD was fine though, and I helped him put a lovely big lamb joint in the oven, and kept an eye on it for the rest of the day. AS and Mummy ate a little bit for tea, and me and UD ate plenty ! Girls are softies, boys are tough !
I was just settling down to 2011, when Mummy says "Vets". I was in the car like a shot ! I loooooooove the vets. I get loads of attention and people coo at me. "Aaaah, he's cute". "Aaah, he looks good for his age". That sort of thing !
Anyway, Mummy drops me off at the vets and off she goes.
They put a needle in my arm to help me sleep.... like I need any help to sleep !
When I woke up, I was a bit woozy, but felt ok. My right arm was stinging a bit and when I looked at it, they'd put a girly pink bandage on it! Grrrr
Plus my mouth was a bit sore too, just the left side. However, my teeth were sparkling and all squeaky clean. Nice one.
Mummy came to get me, and fussed over me like she hadn't seen me in months ! Women!
The vet lady told Mummy that I have 'advanced arthritis' and need oily fish, and some other drugs. Plus my mouth was sore because they'd removed a cyst off my lip, and given my teeth a scale and polish !
At home, I got to have some sardines as a treat, plus some yucky stuff in a syringe. Apparently the vet lady says I have to eat a 'chewable dog antibiotic' tablet for a few days. Not a chance lady. Chewable or not, I ain't eating it.
Mummy tried to hide it in a sausage, stupid idea. How sensitive do you think my nose is ? Hmmmm, well its very sensitive. Enough to know when I'm being conned into eating something I don't want to. So I spat it out........ 5 times.
In the end Mummy grabbed my mouth, chucked it down the back of my throat and held my face shut. I always knew that was how it was going to play out! But its fun watching her think she's won a few time, then seeing her scrabbling round the floor for the bits of spat-out tablet ! Hee hee, you have to get your fun where you can these days !
Next I decided to go and get some fuss from AS. I put my 'ouch AS look what they did to me' face on. That worked, as I knew it would. Lots of fuss and cuddles and 'aaah poor little man'. And sausages, plenty of sausages !
As soon as got home again, Mummy took the bandage off and said "That's quite enough pathetic-ness from you matey". Well that sympathy was a bit short lived eh. I'm sure I got away with it much longer when I had my bladder stones operation.
I got my own back anyway, by sleeping on the end of the bed and shuffling about every 30 minutes (pretending I couldn't get comfortable with my poorly arm and lip), so Mummy had a crap night's sleep ! Ha, revenge.
I feel ok now, but Mummy is continuing to give me all the horrid medication and tablets and things. At least I can also nip next door for a bit of proper sympathy.
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