Today dad let me eat stones and nearly black snow outside. My payback came in two steps: first I was sick on the rug, then I was sick on him.
He didn’t like it much. Mum found it a little funny and will still giggle at the thought of it.
Here I am ready for a Christmas Eve walk, but onlyba short one. I know the back way up to morfar and mormor’s house and my front paws are hurting again.
Sometimes I’m left waiting for my after walk meal. It’s okay I’m patient.
No one ever invites me shopping, so when they get back I need more attention.
My best friend came for dinner tonight. He brought me a treat and took me for a walk. Best halloween ever.
I hear there is a pretender named Max. He’ll never touch me especially when I wear my sweet hoodie
It seems I’ve injured my front paws awhile back. I tried nursing them back to health with my tongue, but apparently that’s just made everything worse. Mum bought me some shoes and talked to the vet and now I must wear the cone while inside and shoes on walks. I’ve taken complaints that I am much harder to sleep with when I have to wear a cone all night, but these people don’t understand that being awoken a couple times is nothing compared to having to wear this thing all night and all day.
My new shoes, which I hate cause they have velcro. Sadly no one thought to video record me when I was first getting used to them and thought I might be able to shake them off.
