So, I'm still sulking that AS & UD are away. It is sooooooooooo dull being at home with just Mummy. She doesn't go to the fridge half as much as AS does, and is always going on about my 'big belly'. Oh Mum, shut up about my belly! I just need sausages. I'm a dog, its what I do.
I've been sooo bored, I decided to jet off to Boston in the good ole US of A and see some of the sights.
You can catch some of my holiday snaps here : Boston travels
Hope you like them !
Right, back off to see if I can look cute and/or pitiful, and persuade Mummy to open that ruddy fridge door....
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.
Monday, 8 August 2011
Saturday, 6 August 2011
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 ... ?
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 ... ?
Wednesday, 27 July 2011
All shaved..... again
Well Mummy took me to the Dog Dr again on Monday this week. I was really happy to go, because I always get treated really well there. And whatever happens, normally means I get extra fuss at AS & UD's later too.
Normally I arrive and get treated straight away - preferential treatment for being so damn cute I say!
This time however, they seemed to be busier, and I seemed to spend a very long time waiting around. Eventually a lovely nurse came to get me for my 'treatment'. Still not entirely sure what that means.
Before I knew it, they were only shaving my left arm..... why the left arm ? The fluff on my right arm is still patchy from the last time I was here.... Anyway, next the horrible bit that makes me wince... the needle. And then.... zzzzzzzzzzz
I woke up later and my belly didn't half hurt. What have they done ? Well, for a start...... they shaved all my belly-fluff off .....again! Everytime I start to grow some decent belly-fluff... off to the Dog Dr, and off comes the fluff.
I was feeling really sleepy and my head was spinning a bit, so I had another little sleep until the nurse woke me to say Mummy was here to take me home. Yippeeee. I was out of there quicker than you could say "sausages". Mummy made a huge fuss of me (I should ruddy think so, she made me go) and I had a lovely supper of chicken and boiled rice. Was still feeling woozy, but managed to make it round to AS & UD's for a bit more sympathy ! The sausage treats were a bit thin on the ground, but my belly wasn't feeling great, so I reckon I can wait ....
I have 2 puncture holes in my belly which have horrible stitches in them, and they were really sore all night. I barely slept - I only had 9 hours. Taking Mummy for a walk in the morning was a pretty slow affair. I was walking very slowly. Even cocking my leg for a pee was painful. Stupid belly. I managed to catch a bit more sleep through the day though, especially when Mummy went to work.
AS opened the back door early evening (caught me by surprise a bit there AS !!), and I was feeling so much better by then, that I was able to give her a bit of fuss, then high-tail it to UD.... fully expecting to be greeted with sympathy sausages. Yeah, it worked. Sausages ........ I should think so, after what I've been through. Mummy came home later. I said "Hi", but decided to stay at AS & UD's for bit longer.. (more sausages).
Today I'm feeling better again, although my belly is still sore and swollen. Mummy has posted a couple of pictures on my Twitter (@JackMuppetDog) and Flickr accounts - thanks a lot Mum !
Normally I arrive and get treated straight away - preferential treatment for being so damn cute I say!
This time however, they seemed to be busier, and I seemed to spend a very long time waiting around. Eventually a lovely nurse came to get me for my 'treatment'. Still not entirely sure what that means.
Before I knew it, they were only shaving my left arm..... why the left arm ? The fluff on my right arm is still patchy from the last time I was here.... Anyway, next the horrible bit that makes me wince... the needle. And then.... zzzzzzzzzzz
I woke up later and my belly didn't half hurt. What have they done ? Well, for a start...... they shaved all my belly-fluff off .....again! Everytime I start to grow some decent belly-fluff... off to the Dog Dr, and off comes the fluff.
I was feeling really sleepy and my head was spinning a bit, so I had another little sleep until the nurse woke me to say Mummy was here to take me home. Yippeeee. I was out of there quicker than you could say "sausages". Mummy made a huge fuss of me (I should ruddy think so, she made me go) and I had a lovely supper of chicken and boiled rice. Was still feeling woozy, but managed to make it round to AS & UD's for a bit more sympathy ! The sausage treats were a bit thin on the ground, but my belly wasn't feeling great, so I reckon I can wait ....
I have 2 puncture holes in my belly which have horrible stitches in them, and they were really sore all night. I barely slept - I only had 9 hours. Taking Mummy for a walk in the morning was a pretty slow affair. I was walking very slowly. Even cocking my leg for a pee was painful. Stupid belly. I managed to catch a bit more sleep through the day though, especially when Mummy went to work.
AS opened the back door early evening (caught me by surprise a bit there AS !!), and I was feeling so much better by then, that I was able to give her a bit of fuss, then high-tail it to UD.... fully expecting to be greeted with sympathy sausages. Yeah, it worked. Sausages ........ I should think so, after what I've been through. Mummy came home later. I said "Hi", but decided to stay at AS & UD's for bit longer.. (more sausages).
Today I'm feeling better again, although my belly is still sore and swollen. Mummy has posted a couple of pictures on my Twitter (@JackMuppetDog) and Flickr accounts - thanks a lot Mum !
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