What a day...
I do not blog very often as you know, busy busy busy, lots of things to do when you're a dog. Lots n lots and lots of exciting things. Until ... let me tell you about the thing they call a grass seed. A bleedin' grass seed...
My mummy knows I get sore feet from time to time and because of the special allergy diet I have (yummy) I don't get them much these days. They call it contact dermatitis or something fancy like that. What do I know. I'm a dog. With a blog. A dog with a blog and sore feet. So when my poor foot started to hurt a few days ago she thought it was the same thing. But me: I knew different. I did try to show her how much I was chewing me toes! But all she kept doing was telling me off for chewing me toes: like chewing me toes is a bad thing. Anyway I refused to let her up close to look; I mean they're my toes, right? I can be as grumpy as I want. And I can chew me toes if I want, right?
Only thing is they got sorer and sorer although I stopped limping and Mum thought it was sorted because it normally sorts itself only then Mum spotted the yellow stuff coming out between me toes and hey presto a trip to that vet man. He prodded me and I still wouldn't let anyone look at me toes and I thought that was it, home I came. MY toes, so don't look at them!
But oh no. That was not the end of it. Yesterday I got up and wasn't allowed any breckie, instead Mum took me straight out for a walk and next thing I'm in the car, but not for a fun ride out, oh no: back to the vet man.
What a day I had in there!
They put me in a cage, which I don't mind and there were other dogs there and some cats, but then they shaved me arm and stuck a needle in it! Next thing I was feeling all whoozy and ended up dozing. So then they came and took me into another room where I was given more drugs to make me fall asleep.Powerful drugs, man. Like... actually it was quite nice.
When I came round I was shaking and my foot was like really sore. That part wasn't nice. But oh the drugs...
I wasn't too pleased to be there but life is an adventure so I was wagging me tail, especially when, and this is the best bit, the nice lady came and got me out of the cage and... there was my mum standing there! Whoop!
I was going home.
I heard her telling my mum it was a grass seed they took out of my foot and they gave it to her as a souvenir! Why? But they did. And she made a weird noise when she heard how much that 'bleedin' grass seed' cost her. That's how she said it. Then she said something about insurance which I know nothing about and how they will pay for some of it... and then she brought me home.
Blurry bleedin' grass seed that cost Mum £217 something!
I have to say I felt like I was on a boat for most of the evening, couldn't settle. In the end, after lots of cuddles with Nan my mum finished her work and we finally got to have lots of snuggles, the best part.
So out of it didn't even know I was snuggled next to Lacey!
I was a bit 'spaced out': I mean look at my legs!
Mum makes a good cushion
And then she let me go to bed. Phew.
Which is where I still am now.
So that is how my day went. What about yours?
