Wednesday February 27

My, how time flies. I can't believe PM

is ONE today.

Happy birthday, young man. It doesn't seem five minutes ago since you were jumping all over me and running round like a mad thing.

Oh - it wasn't; you're still doing that. WHEN are you ever going to grow up?

Tuesday February 12

Yet again I've been left for QUITE SOME TIME while Mum was socialising.

SB reckoned she was helping Dad's mum with her shopping. But he's just stupid.

What she fails to realise is that it's VERY stressful being left in charge of BOTH SB and PM. I had to read the riot act at least twice.

It's hard work keeping the house in order when she's not there.

And do I get any thanks for it? I don't think I can be trusted to be so good next time... 

Sunday February 3

I found it a bit of a struggle to walk round the forest today - but then I did try running with my dodgy leg, followed by swimming in the cross-country water jump. I think I'll sleep well tonight... 

Friday February 1

DEFINITELY forgiven Mum today - and not because it's her birthday. Well, sort-of. It meant a flying visit from Grandma-Grandpa - complete with a Jumbone.

Happy dog alert, especially as SB and PM were relegated to the

car in case they knocked Grandma over, while I was allowed in the house.

They don't call me The Special One for nothing, you know. 

Thursday January 31

Not happy today as Mum left me and Stupid Brother together for QUITE SOME TIME.

She took Puppy Monster with her and he came back smelling strongly of canal.

I suspect they went for a long walk while SOCIALISING. Not happy.

My brain is now officially mush after spending so much time home alone with SB.

Don't do it again, Mum, right? Even if it IS your birthday tomorrow. Not even a treadmill session this evening made up for it. 

Friday January 25

Ahh!! I feel so much better today after my treadmill session last night.

But I am gutted that Auntie Emily has announced that she will may be leaving Hawksmoor to return to veterinary nursing.

She said that she will miss me though

(funny - not many people say that).

Well, I will miss her and the constant supply of gravy bones she slips me.

Swimming just won't be the same without her... Sob. 

January 17

Back to the vet's again for my Cartrophen jab and leg check-up. Vet Louise suggested to Mum that she should massage my leg (good idea) and put a human heat pack on it.

Now you're talking - heat; I love it. I was sad to hear that Louise is leaving to go to a practice in Essex.

But I soon perked up half an hour later on the treadmill. More gravy bones and my weekly Auntie Emily fix - what more could a boy want (a two-mile walk EVERY day, please, plus more of those yummy vegetable-based mega-tasty chew-like treats, if you don't mind)?

Monday January 14

Uh-oh. I'm in heap big trouble today. Mum's even chastised me. Help! Call the RSPCA, I'm being cruelly treated, me.

All I did was jump up some little children - I forgot for a nano-second that I was a cripple. I only wanted to say 'hi'.

Then I fancied checking out their lovely home... Mum was furious and didn't speak to me for the rest of the evening.

I think Dad thought it was funny - he definitely would have if he'd been there, I'm sure of it. Yes, you really had to be there...

Thursday January 10

I think Mum has been so fed up with me being fed up that she finally let me go to hydrotherapy.

Auntie Emily thinks that my leg can't be that bad if I'm (sort of) bearing weight on it. Just to be on the safe side, I only did three one-minute sessions on the treadmill but at least it got me out of the house.

And it also meant that Emily made a fuss of me and I could eat shedloads of gravy bones. It's cheered me up no end.

Monday January 7

Clever me! I suddenly remembered how to open the child gate that Mum and Dad use at the bottom of the stairs to stop PM getting into the office and chewing all their work.

To be fair, PM has only chewed the skirting board recently so I doubt even he would find wires and computers that palatable.

But I, on the other hand, am allowed to lounge upstairs because all I ever seem to do these days is sleep.

However, on this occasion, I fancied going downstairs but forgot that I'd been locked out (or in, whichever way you look at it).

It was then that I remembered my youth when I learned to squeeze my jaws around the handle and push my bodyweight against the bars at exactly the right time. And being above the gate on the stairs, I could conjure up just the amount of leverage needed.

I was pleased to discover that I haven't lost my touch. They pay Hollywood hounds handsomely to learn stuff like that for the movies. In fact, I reckon it wouldn't be possible to teach most dogs new tricks like that. Autographs later, folks...