Sick
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.
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.
Paws
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.




