Dung Is Good

Daddy gets really cross when we have a small nibble of dung. I don’t know why. He’s never tried it, so cannot say if it is good or it is bad.

I had a small nibble today and got into big trouble. Fitz told on me. I hate that.

Then mummy and daddy really told me off and would not let me kiss them either. They are so narrow-minded sometimes!

Owie owie owie

Daddy took Fitz and me to the vet today. I thought it was just so the vet could look at Fitz’ head, which is still manky.

So I felt pretty happy about going along, and I even had a chance to play Bite with a dog in the waiting room. We all had fun playing that game.

But when we were in the vet’s office, after the vet scraped some gunk off Fitz’ head (heh heh) Daddy told the vet to give me some shots.

It really really hurt but I was brave and didn’t cry.

Red licorice

I love red licorice. Sometimes mummy buys it and when she does, I bug her until she gives me a piece. She always does!

I helped daddy put up the whirly gig thing today. It had broken so first I helped him take it down, then I helped him put it back up. My friend Jonathan came over to help, too – or maybe he just came over to visit the Dogmeister?

The Dogmeister is cheerful

Mummy and daddy finally got the hint today. The Dogmeister is not happy when he has to sit in the house all day! Why do these people take so long to get it?

Mummy took the car into town, which made me a bit cranky, but then daddy played with us outside. Then mummy came home and we played firewood game.

Firewood game has a good part and a bad part. The bad part is when daddy cuts the wood. Boring. The good part is when mummy puts the wood in a wheelbarrow and then barrows it to the wood store for daddy to pile up.

Mummy plays Vroom Vroom with Fitz and me. She drives the barrow at us and we growl and try to bite the wheel. This is a fun game, except when mummy runs over my lip. Then I cry.

When daddy pushes the barrow it is even more fun because I can play Cat with him when he tries to walk. He likes that game but not as much as I do!

Heh heh

What a wheeze. I really did fool mummy and daddy today.

I didn’t eat breakfast. I didn’t eat dinner. I pretended I was not going to eat hammy bits. Then I sulked and would not cuddle on the couch.

Really funny.

But now I’m hungry. Damn.

My friend Bunches

I have a friend called “bunches”. I do not know why she is called that but she is.

She is a friend of my sister Peggy’s so I like her. But sister told me that Bunches has a new puppy. It is not even a boxer puppy. That cannot be true, can it?

Sister says it is a black puppy with long ears. I hate that. Even Fitz is better than a black puppy with long ears!

Fitz has a g/f

Girlfriend, that is.

Fitz and I have been at holiday camp the last couple of days. It has been really dull because it rained, and then the hotel owners don’t let us play in the sand pit. They made us stay in our room, which is boring.

There was a lady dog next to us who Fitz really really liked. She liked him, too. I didn’t care if she liked Fitz better because she was a black Lab, and they are not as good as Boxer ladies, so I didn’t like her anyway.

Ride-y car

One of my favourite things is to take a ride-y car with daddy. Sometimes when he goes to the petrol station he takes me along with him. Sometimes Fitz goes too.

But we leave mummy at home, which we like. We do man stuff like get diesel or get petrol or take the rubbish to the bins. We sit in the front seat and help daddy drive, which he likes.

Mummy can’t do that so we leave her at home so she can do some work like cleaning. We guys hate cleaning but mummy loves it.

War wounds

Daddy refuses to admit that the scar on my leg is a serious wound. He thinks it’s just a scratch or a rub, but it’s really a graze from a bullet from when I was defending my brother Fitz.

Honest.

Sniffing at the vet’s

My daddy made me and Fitz sniff drugs at the vet today. I thought that was really odd, as we were really there to fix Fitz’ manky head. I do like to go to the vet, though, as it gives me the chance to snap at some fluffy little dogs. I hate dogs with fluffy hair.

We saw a dog that was so little it wore a sweater so it didn’t get cold. It looked like a rat. I wanted to carry it home in my mouth but mummy said no.

Daddy says the drugs are for ‘kennel cough’ but I don’t cough at the kennel so I don’t what he means.