A bad time

It was a bad few weeks for all of us. Mummy was very ill, I was very ill and Mummy and Daddy talked a lot about having to find me a ‘new home’. They were tired, fed up and didn’t know what to do. I was very frightened because I didn’t want to go away again. I really tried to be a good girl, I really did but I was so unwell and didn’t know how to tell them.

Me and Jellycat having a kip.

Happily, after a lot of thinking and talking they decided to keep looking after me until I was better and then they would have another big think about what to do. By the time I got better we had all grown to love each other even more and Mummy said we were all ‘family now’. That made my tummy go warm…

I spent a lot of time going to the vets for checks and couldn’t go out for 6 weeks! I never got to play in the garden or meet other dogs. Mummy was very worried that I wouldn’t be ‘socialised’ and Daddy said ‘ Sod playing with other dogs. She’ll have to get a job when she’s better to help me pay the bleedin’ bills. Killin’ me she is!’ He loves me really.

Because I couldn’t go out, my family all played with me lots and my favouritest game is ‘biting things’. I’ll bite anything -clothes, washing hanging up, hands, toes, the rubber around the conservatory doors (always good for a laugh is that one...), Daddy’s phone, his tiny laptop, anything.

I especially like to bite Daddy. He plays rough with me which I really like and he’s trying to teach me something called ‘bite inhibition’. I don’t bite humans too hard because they break very easily and shout at me. I have little sharp teeth like ‘bloody needles they are’ and I sometimes get a bit too excited. No harm done really. Well, some harm done. I bit Mummy pretty bad once but I’ll tell you about that later. Remind me.