What is that lovely smell?

Breathe deep, enjoy the delicious aroma in the air. Where are we? Just down from the bakery? That explains it.

Pyjama Dog

When we grow old things will start to go wrong, and I seem to have developed a bit of a tumour in one of my mammaries. Unfortunately this has now burst through the skin, and the vet told them I was not to lick it. They have tried everything. First, an old t-shirt. I got that off very fast. Then mom bought a blue size 10 tank top, and sewed straps on it to tie around my neck.

This is me, just after they put me into it. Five minutes later I was free. I just rolled on my back and wiggled like a worm. I wonder what they will try next!

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.

In My Dreams

My running days are over. Just walking is hard for me now. But when I sleep I can run. I chase cats and squirrels and I fetch sticks and balls. I bark and I yelp and I play puppy games. Mom and dad smile when they watch their old dog asleep, barking in a low voice with her legs kicking and twitching and her tail wagging. They know there is a good dream going on.

Tess Two-Dinners

Yesterday mom gave me my dinner, and then went upstairs for a rest. Dad did not know she had fed me, so he also gave me a dinner. I enjoyed that very much, but now they call me "Tess Two-Dinners."

Still going strong

A year ago today I was in the animal hospital, having an operation. I do not remember it, but mom and dad do. They never dared hope that I would still be around today. But here I am, out for a stroll this afternoon.

Treats

When I was a pup and being toilet trained, treats were given to me when I performed. Later mom stopped taking treats in her pocket on walks, because she said I forgot all about walking and only thought about the treats. Now, with me getting old and reluctant to go for walks, she has started taking treats with her again. And I remember my puppyhood. Every time I "go to the toilet" I run up to her for my reward.