The Vet

I have been to see the vet a lot lately, which I do not like at all. Mom and dad look worried, and I get a little pills wrapped in cheese twice a day. I love cheese more than anything. Fortunately worry is something we dogs never do.

McDog

Super day. We were doing errands, first the RSPB shop to buy food for the birds (mini walk for me included), then the DIY shop - (another mini walk for me behind the car park) - and then guess what! McDonalds. We all had burgers and chips and ate them in the car. Me too!!! I love it!

Grr grrr wooof wooof!!!!!!!

Barking at shadows? Me? No, I saw something move in the garden. Six am? So what. GRRRRRRRRR WOOOOOOF WOOOOOF!!!!!

Here I am, Again

We have had a few strange weeks. First I got sick, and for three days I needed to go outside every three minutes or so. They took me to see the vet, and I got jabs and pills, and everybody was very worried about me for a while. When I got better it was "mom´s" turn. She started spending a lot of time lying down, and then she disappeared. I missed her a lot, and kept "dad" on his toes, some mornings even demanding my morning walk and breakfast at 6am. She has now reappeared, smelling of disinfectant. She is getting stronger now, "dad" still takes me for all my walks, but hopefully things will be back to normal soon.