Mirren September 29th

Still confined to barracks.  I am getting walked but on the lead and I have to take it easy.  I am a bit embarrassed by my haircut.  Pam says she understands how a bad hairdo can just lower your self esteem.  I try to be brave, but it depresses me a bit.  I know it'll grow back soon but I'm used to shaggy, "just got out of bed" hair.  I am always amazed at women who shave their heads for charity.  They are so brave.   I know they do it for a good cause by I stand in awe of their confidence.  It gets very chilly.
Anyway, Big Boy has been quite pleasant.  He lets me have his bed and walks on the outside of me to hide my bald bits.  He has been quite kind.  A bit of a gentleman actually.  I am also getting free rein/reign (both do) of the furniture.  I have to be comfortable.  I'm becoming quite adept at the sad, pathetic eye thing.

Magnus September 29th

Life is great.  I get to run about like a a puppy, unattacked by Witch Face, who is on a lead.  It's great.  Ewen throws sticks and stones and she's not showing off how fast she is. I get to run and retrieve and win every time.  I'm letting her have the big bed just now.  She needs to stretch her legs.  But she's getting much better so I'll need to assert myself again.  Mind you, if she's on my bed, Pam and Ewen, acknowledging my  chivalrous behaviour,  let me on theirs.  Perhaps I'll forget the asserting bit!
She's eating a lot more after her op and funny mood time so there's not a lot left for me to grab from her dish.  On the other hand she's probably stuffing her face just to punish me for being fit. Women.  Just never get to grips with the way their minds work.  I have secret guffaw at her bald bits.  Ha-ha.  Who's in charge now?  Might as well enjoy it while I can.