Nasty People

Dad took me to see the vet today because I've had diarrhoea for a couple of days. I've been feeling fine but you know how those oldies worry. They panic every time I sneeze!

The vet explained that my tummy is still weak after my illness last year. She gave me some special food and some medicine and told Dad to get a muzzle for me.

That sounded well exciting and I couldn't wait until Dad came back from the pet shop. Not a treat after all but some form of medieval punishment. What do I look like!

I can't pick up anything, people think that I bite and I'm so unhappy. No food until tomorrow either. I'm going to bed and if Mum thinks that she will get a photo of me wearing it she has another think coming!

My Prescription

I'm sick again! Dad noticed a lump on my side earlier today and whisked me off to the clinic. It appears that it isn't anything to worry about and is just a reaction to all the drugs I've had recently.

Mum had to go to the chemists.........yes, the human one, to get my prescription filled. More tablets to take because of the tablets I had a couple of weeks ago. Very strange!

A lady ran after us whilst we were out walking this afternoon. It appears that my brother, Taco, lives with her and she has invited me around for tea. I can't wait and Mum says that she will take her camera. Lucky me!

Scary Me

Guess where I had to go today? Back to that flippin' clinic. They promised me that after all I've been through and taking tablets for four days that I would be 'A1 ok' today. Not a chance. The vet reckons I'm too hot and gave me another four days of tablets.

I want to go out so much that I'm even looking forward to seeing my lead!

To make matters worse, Mum got a parcel today. I did try to help open it but she wasn't having any of it. Now all I get is 'sit and smile' along with loads of mutterings about black dogs and light!

I'm a Size Zero!

Most models would envy my new look. Skinny or what?!

I had another bad day, yesterday, with more injections which were really awful. None today and a clean bill of health............just some pills to take for another few days, just in case. Cool!

The vet and my Mum have grounded me though, until I start to put a little weight on. I've been scoffing, but I refuse to go past a size eight. Parents just don't understand street cred.

Such Pain

Dad took me to the clinic again today because I had to have three more injections into my back. I'm not a wimp and tried hard not to cry out but the pain was unbearable. I screamed and piddled all at the same time.

Poor Dad. He said that he'd never seen anything like it before and hopes he never does again.

At least I got to come back home. Mum is nagging because I'm so thin and won't eat. I just don't fancy anything and I'm a little worried about tomorrow's visit to the clinic.

Back to sleep, I think.

I'm Home

I'm more than a little shaky and have a needle stuck in my front paw but it is so nice to get out of that clinic.

All I need now is lots of sleep and my Dad!

Am I Sick?

I'm not sure and neither is Mum. She seems to think that I've picked up something horrid off the pavement again. She has no faith in me.

Having slept for most of the day and eaten nothing, I'm beginning to sense a little unrest amongst the oldies. Even spoon-fed Weetabix and milk, doesn't seem to have any attraction and I really miss biting folk!

I'll try another nap on Dad's knee and see how things are tomorrow. Night Night xxx