Snug and cosy

It's bad enough trying to use a tree for its proper purpose when the nasty thing is waving all over the place and bits are dropping off it. When I took boss for his afternoon walkies, having visited the nice dog sitting man and lady, I felt like I needed some tail protection. Being sheared is all very well, but when that wind gets up, my important little places don't half catch it. Brrrr!

Good news

Nice dog sitting people are okay. Just a bit of a scare, that's all. Boss is up and around now and not smelling of horrible stuff that he says eases his aches and pains. Well if he won't let me lick it better, he should expect it to ache, that's all I've got to say. Some of the stuff he put on made me hide in my box it was that pungent.

Euwww.

Anyway. Time for food and walkies.

Worryings

Boss is poorly. He wouldn't get out of bed this morning despite my best attempts at doggy people doctoring. How much face have I got to lick before he takes me walkies? In the end mistress fed me and took me out, but it's not the same. Have not heard from nice dog sitting people. Hope they're all right.

Bad news

There are days in this dogs life when he wants to crawl into his sleep box and hide from the sadness. Boss has been busy today swearing and making mean noises over a little black box that folds in half and lights up every once in a while. Yet today I hunkered down and kept quiet after the dog sitting man and lady, who I always like going to see because they give me extra treats, had a bad scare.

Dog sitting lady had to go to people vets in a big hurry. Boss smelled sad when he heard and let me sit on his feet for a long time after dark tonight. I don't like it when Boss goes quiet and smells sad. That means something bad might have happened to my dog sitting friends.

Please don't let the nice dog sitting lady go away. She is kind to me, and likes Boss like her own puppy. Mind you, Bosses puppy days are long since past, but he still plays with me. Yet he might not want to play so much if the nice dog sitting lady went away.

I'm afraid the nice dog sitting man might go away too if she did, and I wouldn't like that at all. They smell right.

Whine (Paws over nose = deep canine anxiety), grumble. Scratch left ear. Not a good news day.

Chilly willy

Oh boy! It's snowing! Boss takes me for walks in the woods where I've found a very tasty pile of Deer shit. This is canine caviar (To me anyway). It's really yummy and although Boss tells me off for troughing it, I can't help myself. Anyway, I've seen Boss and Mistress tucking into those dark round things at night with a drink, so who is he to tell me off? I try to tell him that I don't mind him getting cross, but every time I try to kiss his hand he pulls it away. I don't even have dog breath.

I feel very hurt.

Love the snow though, although having had all my nice warm fur shaved off, I'm glad I'm not a Jack Russell, or worse still, a Dachshund. Ooooh! At least my important little places don't get dragged through the cold stuff. No wonder they've got such high pitched barks.

I hate my boss

Boss is a big old meanie, and I think mistress put him up to it. Last weekend we all piled into the big rattly tin box and I got all excited thinking I was going to see friends. Hah! The bastard took me to the vets where they stuck needles in me and gave me one (Is that all) biscuit. This weekend we all piled in the tin box and rattled off to, yeah, you guessed it, more bloody needles and only one bloody biscuit. Don't it make you want to bite someone? Right after that I got taken to a dog beauty parlour where they shaved all my fur off. All of it. I mean, look at my TAIL for gods sake!

I'm so ashamed. Bastards. I hate my boss.