Sore shoulder

Not that any of you sent me cards to mark the occasion but I recently turned 7 years old.

I have developed Wisdom commensurate with my Age. I'm keeping it to myself for the time being as you are all much more interesting without the benefit of what I could tell you.

I have also developed Sore Shoulders. This is impacting on how often I can post to this blog - getting on the chair to reach the keyboard is not an insubstantial task (I have legs and tail feathers to arrange in lady-like fashion, after all). Aching limbs also means less Tugger chasing which is impacting on how many rolls I can perform on the terraces. I should explain; for a long while now I have been able to fool both ST & FP into thinking I am victory rolling on Tugger after each good catch, whereas in fact I am rolling for the sake of rolling. Dogs love rolling on grass and sometimes there is fox poo, sometimes there isn't but a roll is a roll and they're nearly impossible to resist.

So that's all from me for the time being. It is almost supper time and I haven't licked my front paws in preparation yet, or dug up my bed.

Where are they?

Don't get me wrong; I've enjoyed staying with Nunuthunder, ST & FP but my real owners should be back soon.

I'm gonna keep watch for them...

Comparison

My temporary owner, FP, has compared me to a deflated rugby ball and decided I would not be worth throwing for NunuThunder to chase. Phew! Apparently, if my legs had been shorter it would have been a different outcome.

Also, apparently if I had not raided the kitchen dustbin the comparison would not have taken place.

I don't understand why bins are so precious to humans. I do understand that humans put stuff in the bin that they have finished with. If a dog like me can find a use for your discarded wrappers and containers, why not leave me to it? *tilts head, all cute*

Peep-bo!

Car hammock funs. I quite like this hammock in the car as it means I can fall heavily asleep and if the car stops or goes downhill I won't fall off the seat. I look like I'm not enjoying this ride but in fact I had spotted a gravy bone on the floor - crazy love gravy bones, me!

Stealth

I like to go in the garden and bark sometimes. It's one of the joys of being a dog.

Recently though I have been perfecting the art of barking whilst almost entirely invisible. Yeah, I know, amazing! Look, I've put a photo of the garden I was barking in but I bet you won't be able to spot where I am:

Agent Slim

My name is Agent Slim, you can call me AS for short.

I chase flies, lie in the sun and drink water. I also bark if you walk past my house (even on the other side of the road). I bark if you disturb me whilst I'm out the back too, so don't imagine for a second that you can try sneaking by.

This is a photo of me and my most recent boyfriend:

Me, Agent Slim (AS)

This is Boyfriend (BF). He's lovely.

Tick...but not the good kind

A tick got on my neck. Bad.

Luckily, FP has some tools and she managed to get rid of this tick. She had to hook the tick in the tool and twist v-e-r-y gently until it popped out, jaws and all. FP looked at the beast carefully and there were bits waving about in the hook and sticking out the other side was a big, fat creamy white coloured body.

I think this will serve as a lesson to me to be more careful when I'm plunging about in the undergrowth looking for foxes and what not. Or, taking those celebratory rolls on the grass after I've caught Tugger in the park. Ah, well frankly I haven't a clue where I picked up this rotten old tick thing. 

The thing is to make sure when grooming your dogs that you check for ticks. They can be black or creamy colured and you HAVE to make sure that you get out ALL of the jaw parts as well as the body. Don't rush the process; take your time and if you aren't sure, go to the vet. After you've removed a tick, keep an eye on your dog for 24 hours at least to make sure that we aren't behaving oddly (more oddly than usual that is).

Well, that's all from me right now. I'm watching Twitter for news on something else...This does not mean that I'm ignoring you. It just means that I'm busy (again).

Okay, bye *waves*