Life at Boot Camp

You think I’m kidding, don’t you, when I say I spend most weekends at boot camp?  That’s Boot Camp with a capital B and a capital C  – aka The Irish household.  I’ve been a shared dog all my life, first with my doggie mum and siblings and now with mum and the Irish cousins.

The Sprog used to dress me up in all sorts of outfits but she’s a teenager now and is more interested in makeup and dressing herself up.  I get all sorts of foodie titbits there that I don’t get at home, some of which I snaffle myself if goodies are left unattended too long on the head height coffee table.

But it’s not all treatness and light.  The house is full of other animals – two cats and two bearded dragons!  Boss Cat is Missy and she’s not to be messed with but year-old Domino thinks I’m something to be played with.  He teases me rotten, gets his own way all the time.

The dragons are funny yellow scaly creatures.  No good for cuddles and I is scared of them!  Keep them away or I’ll tell my mum (she’s not keen on them either)!

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She must be joking!

Raining today so I’m smart and protected in my red waterproof coat.  Unfortunately it doesn’t stop my legs and bits of my tummy from getting muddy when I run.  Back home, I’m hosed down, still in waterproof (targeting only the mucky bits says my mum), then a shake and a brisk rub of the wet areas.

Then she decided the Surf Dog robe doesn’t really cover my tummy so improvises a tummy drier from a microfibre dog towel, tied on top.  Well, I wasn’t impressed with that!  Mum’s friend said it looked like a nappy so you can imagine how I felt.  Luckily it did wick away the wet so it wasn’t on long.  Happy days!

At least it’s not antlers

Cock-a-hoop when I heard my mum muttering that she couldn’t find the antlers that she tries to shame me with every Christmas.  I destroyed one set some years ago but she bought another.  Now those are lost so I believed I’d escaped the seasonal humiliation.

No chance.  She comes at me armed with a Santa hat.  I managed to evade if for a couple of days but then I caved in and let her adorn me.  She says I look quite fetching.  There’s better things I’d find fetching.  Biscuits for instance, or gravy bones.

SNOW!!

 

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Opened the door and it’s a winter wonderland out there – our first SNOW of the season.

The swelling has subsided on my face (you should see the HORSE PILLS I have to consume) so my mum said we could could for a proper walk.  That means togged up with halti, lead and today, cos the snow was still falling, my gorgeous red Ruffwear Aira waterproof jacket.  It was bliss, even though she said no ball in case I hurt my mouth.

See, HORSE PILLS!!!

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I am lopsided!

Barely a week since I was at the vet and I’m back again today.  I was really off colour yesterday and retreated to my bed even though my mum was cuddled on the sofa.  I yelped a couple of times and she had a good look at me:  I’ve got swelling on my cheek, I’m lopsided!

fullsizeoutput_7173Lovely Spanish vet, knee high to a grasshopper, fusses me then lifts me onto the examining table, all 24.8kg of me.  Bet she isn’t much more.

The verdict is that I may have been stung as there are no lesions in my mouth or nose and none of my teeth are loose.  Given anti-inflammatory/painkilling injection plus antibiotic pills just in case.  She thinks I’ll soon be right but i know my mum with take me back if I don’t improve quickly.

 

Patient update 29/11/2017

Swelling has subsided a bit overnight and I was full of beans this morning.  However, it’s been sleeting all night and still pretty miserable outdoors so it was a quick turn down the street.  My mum says she can’t take me to the park until she’s sure the halti won’t hurt my face …cos I pull on the lead without the halti.

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Clean bill of health

fullsizeoutput_70dfMe and Cleo were pronounced fit and healthy on our visit to the vet tonight for our booster vaccinations.  The diva is the same weight as last year – 4.6kg and I’ve lost a bit and am 24.8kg, down from around 26kg.  I put on weight last summer when I was recuperating from my broken leg when I was on a very restricted exercise regime.  My mum couldn’t bear to cut down on my food when I wasn’t able to run around and enjoy myself.

Cleo yelled all the way there but was calmer coming home.  Must admit I thought we were going to the beach even though it was pitch dark.  Bustled into the surgery, got weighed, checked over and admired, quick injection and back in the car.

Marley’s turn next, tee hee.