Good day Bloggets. I have just checked the stats and we have views from so many countries again. Thank you to you all. In the top ten today is UK, US, Germany, Poland, France, Spain, Portugal, Canada, Australia and India.
Thank you all for your messages as well regarding our beautiful Little Fella. Gosh we have been through hell this week. But he came home last night, bounced his way through the door as if nothing has ever happened. He was hyper to be home. Waggatail was skipping, have you ever seen a Labrador skip? Waggs can. Smile. She was over the moon. I left the bedroom door open all night. There wasn’t a sound apart from Waggs snoring and dreaming. I think LF would be shattered too. Waggs has been naughty today as I was in my living room, she is flat out on our sofa. She knows she isn’t allowed. When we are out of the room, she sneaks up. She hears us coming and we hear her bells as she jumps off. Today, bold as brass, snoring her head off. I told her off, and five minutes later, she tried to climb back up… Not like her at all.
LF ate his dinner last night, wanting more. Wouldn’t drink though. This morning he ate his breakfast. It’s a special food meat, yack. We are used to biscuits that you just pour in a dish and add water. We put water on for many reasons. One it makes the biscuits swell up to make them feel full and two if they are left dry, must hurt them? Also, our LF hates water. So, it’s the only way we can get him to drink it… Unless we add a tiny bit of milk, the monkey, he will drink it then.
Well he has gone to the toilet and it’s OK. Hub took him to work didn’t work him though and went to the vet to get signed off. More special food as poor lad has a sore throat. They shaved his throat. He is like a patchwork quilt. Two legs are shaved and his throat. Looks like a teen who has shaved for the first time.
They had to ex-ray his throat to see if anything was stuck. Hub just emailed saying he had some antibiotics to bring home as well as some ointment for his leg where he has been biting and licking. This was the start of it all. He has had a bad leg for months. Since we got back from holiday. He has fluid in his shoulder and the only answer apart from steroid injections, is an operation and no way. Hub said he would think about what to do next after Christmas. We will just make sure that he doesn’t over run. For such a young dog, bless him…
Thank you again to all my lovely friends and Bloggets who have sent me emails or messages on FaceBook as well as texts and phone calls.
I am hopeful he will be OK now. But gosh, I am so anxious to leave him at all on his own. We were like this when we first got him as he was shocking he would just pick up anything. But after a few months he was so settled. It’s new places he just doesn’t like if we are not with him. Now after this awful time, last night I was like a nervous wreck, checking on him.
Teen working all day then I think he is off to Newcastle. He will return late tomorrow. He is working ten hours then off there. He came home for lunch, he sounds so tired. He doesn’t have much time off work over the Christmas either. Today again he organised his colleagues. His boss thanked him. Gosh, it’s not his job to do this, why on earth doesn’t he do what he has to do to get his promotion? He may as well, he is doing the work. He is more than capable, but he has to fill in just half a booklet now. He has done one and a half books. Once he does the other dozen pages, he is qualified. He will get more money too. His pay isn’t good now.
There is a girl and a young man who fancy teen at work. Teen is getting fed up of both of them. Haha. The girl just looks at him and is mesmerised by him. The man on the other hand What a character he is. I could write a book on him. Shamrock keeps going to his workplace just to remind them he is hers.
One thing my Son is, is a good hard worker. He would make a brilliant teacher he is so clever but the paper work would kill him off. Gosh, I wish he had my passion for writing, you know the odd occasion when he does write, he is phenomenal. He can write as if he were an English Professor.
Tomorrow my Waggatail will be walking with our dog walker June. Poor LF will have to stay in the house. Hub is still on duty so will have to stay in. Same on Sunday. Monday I’m off to the town. God help me as it will be packed.
Oh a classic. Our front door? Well it’s not exactly what we thought it was going to be but never mind… The keys to it are like car keys. The pattern isn’t what the sales man said it would be but Teen said it looks really lovely. But, last night our post box went live. Haheheha. It’s in place all ready for action. No more missed deliveries from lazy people. There I am with my special posty key, not quite an American lady walking down her drive to her post box at the end of her green perfectly edged lawn in a white picket fenced avenue, but right outside our door. This box has been placed ready to go. So, our post is due. What will he make of it?
Nonononononononono.
I don’t believe it.
My doorbell rang.
Bloggets, someone rang my door bell? For new Bloggets, this is rare. Very rare. As rare as an uncooked chunk of steak.
I went to our door, heck, where’s me new key? Oh, there it is… Now, how to use the blooming thing? Panicking thinking heck, he will run away. Placed it in the lock, it’s lovely to have a key that doesn’t feel as if it’s going to snap in our lock. Our last door was really ill.
When we open this new door. It’s as if I’m getting a huge whopping kiss by my hairy lipped aunt at a wedding.
Guess who was standing there? My blooming posty. Hahaha. Oh. Em. We have a new post box. He said, yes, it’s unusual he replied. Really? I thought, as Hub told me they are quite common… Because I expressed myself saying that people would think it was a pigging bin for doggy doodles. Well, our posty hadn’t seen one before… Gosh, what have we bought?
So I asked, thinking if you know it’s a post box, why are you ringing? Though silently delighted that my bell had been rang. He replied. Now this has me in stitches.
“I have a letter for you.
To be signed for!””
It can only happen to me. I can’t remember the last time I had to sign for a blooming letter. Well it gave me time to explain to our posty about having the new box, and he asked a great question.
“So, is it permanent?””
In my mind, I wanted to say. Oh, no love. It’s just for Christmas… Of course, it’s blooming permanent. Bless him though he is a sweetie.
A happy birthday to my two friends and Bloggets. Magda and Peggie. Until later, have a great day and believe in hope. X
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