Well firstly to start with the nicer news, I had my 2nd birthday on 5th September and I had a new pink handbag, Dexter had a guitar, it wasn't actually his birthday so not really sure why he had to have a present also, as you can see from the pic he had to muscle in on the action also. Actually I am rather glad he got a guitar for my birthday as I preferred the guitar to the pink handbag, and being the bossy madam that I am I stole the guitar leaving Dexter to carry the pink bag around, don't tell him I said so but I thought it rather suited him :-)
We both had a lovely weekend the previous weekend too as my boyfriend Charlie came to visit, we took him up on White Horse Hill to show him one of our favourite walks and then attempted to behave ourselves whilst our parents sat eating and chattering, rather boring that bit, they could have played with us instead! I was practising my lip curls at Charlie and seem to have them done to perfection, I can curl my lip without making a sound, most men normally back off, and then I can look totally sweet and angelic the next second wanting kisses and cuddles off mum. You see I don't mind Dexter sharing my bed but I draw the line at any other men, after all I wouldn't like to ruin my image!
Now on to the not so nice events. My mum for reasons known only to her took me down to the place called the vets, now regular readers will remember they cut my throat open a year ago (mum wasn't impressed on that one), I was a bit surprised to be taken down there as I didn't feel in the slightest bit ill. Anyhow, the last thing I remember is Mum holding my paw whilst I had a needle to "make me feel sleepy" the next thing I remember is waking up feeling absolutely awful with aches and pains and my stomach cut open. Shortly afterwards Mum appeared again and took me home, I then went on hunger strike for 2 days and refused to eat, I mean would you feel like eating if someone had cut you open?! I felt a bit rough for a few days, made it worse that Mum seemed to keep forgetting to take me for a walk, she kept leaving me at home and taking Dexter.... I really don't understand humans sometimes at all.
Anyway after a week I was back out on walks and bouncing along as normal. Apparently these events mean I wont have to put up with being in season again, and that apparently means I cant have babies, nor can I have a husband.
Mum seemed to think a pink handbag would make up for all that, huh! And she wonders why I opted for the guitar!!
We both had a lovely weekend the previous weekend too as my boyfriend Charlie came to visit, we took him up on White Horse Hill to show him one of our favourite walks and then attempted to behave ourselves whilst our parents sat eating and chattering, rather boring that bit, they could have played with us instead! I was practising my lip curls at Charlie and seem to have them done to perfection, I can curl my lip without making a sound, most men normally back off, and then I can look totally sweet and angelic the next second wanting kisses and cuddles off mum. You see I don't mind Dexter sharing my bed but I draw the line at any other men, after all I wouldn't like to ruin my image!
Now on to the not so nice events. My mum for reasons known only to her took me down to the place called the vets, now regular readers will remember they cut my throat open a year ago (mum wasn't impressed on that one), I was a bit surprised to be taken down there as I didn't feel in the slightest bit ill. Anyhow, the last thing I remember is Mum holding my paw whilst I had a needle to "make me feel sleepy" the next thing I remember is waking up feeling absolutely awful with aches and pains and my stomach cut open. Shortly afterwards Mum appeared again and took me home, I then went on hunger strike for 2 days and refused to eat, I mean would you feel like eating if someone had cut you open?! I felt a bit rough for a few days, made it worse that Mum seemed to keep forgetting to take me for a walk, she kept leaving me at home and taking Dexter.... I really don't understand humans sometimes at all.
Anyway after a week I was back out on walks and bouncing along as normal. Apparently these events mean I wont have to put up with being in season again, and that apparently means I cant have babies, nor can I have a husband.
Mum seemed to think a pink handbag would make up for all that, huh! And she wonders why I opted for the guitar!!
4 comments:
Poor Ditto! Maybe a few chords of "Layla" will cheer you up?
Oh Ditto, I know what you mean about these humans, there a funny lot. But you have to eat your tea or you wont get better. Also who wants babies anyway, I dont think my mum is going to let me anymore either, but you can still keep Charlie as your boyfriend.
Ooooh Denis I love your hat ;-)
Just a quick "after post comment" my op was 3 weeks ago and I am now bouncing along fully back to normal :-)
Oh Ditto! If I had the guitar I'd play a tune for you
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