On Monday I went to Julie's to be groomed again. I was really mucky 'cos I love sliding in the sand on the beach when I chase my ball and even though Mom brushes me every day I still get dirty. This is me when I came back from Julie's - I pinched a chew stick while I was there but she didn't mind, she let me bring it home:
My coat is nice this length 'cos there isn't much to get tangled up and it doesn't take long to brush me.
Now Tuesday was a different story. We went for a ride in the car, I went almost an hour before I was sick but I didn't have any brekkie. I didn't know it but we were going to the vets for me to get spayed. We sat waiting and a poor doggie came in who had eaten rat poison and they had to make her sick - bluegh - I know all about sick! Then it was my turn and we went into a room to talk to a lady while I sat on the table. Mom signed a form then went away. I was taken into another room and put into a crate for a while. I missed my Mom and Dad and was barking and crying for them.
Later on I was taken for my operation, I can't tell you anything about it 'cos I was asleep but I didn't like having the needle in my paw. The vet said I was a drama queen, not sure what that means but my Mom said I'm not at home. I just wanted my Mom and Dad.
This was my tummy before:
and this is my tummy now:
Can you see the stitches where they sewed me up? I keep trying to get at them 'cos I don't like them and I've got a sore tummy and it's making me jump. The vet forgot to do my microchip when I was asleep and said she wouldn't do it when I was awake because I was very sensitive and it would traumatise me.
I was very tired when Mom and Dad came back to fetch me and when we got home I went onto my mattress:
Then I asked to go on the sofa:
I couldn't get comfortable so I went back on the carpet and had a big snoozle on there.
The vet didn't put a collar on me (you know, like a bucket on your head) 'cos she said it would traumatise me again. So Mom altered a little t-shirt for me and I had that on last night. This is me when I went to bed, then Mom and Dad went to bed:
Do you like my t-shirt? I don't! It didn't quite cover my tummy and Mom says she thinks I have licked my stitches - ha ha - not telling her! Anyway, I tried to get it off but only managed to get my front paws out, so instead I went into my crate and got my blanket out and dragged it round the room!
I've had my breakfast but I'm still sleepy and feeling sorry for myself. I need another nap now so I've got to go.
See you soon. Woofs and kisses X X