Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Tuesday 24th  Magnus

Stitches are out of my tail.  I was thoroughly enjoying wagging freely but I seem to have a bandage on the tip again.  I don't understand.  Pam keeps saying she'll have to put the boxers on me.  I don't understand what good putting another breed of dog on the tip of my tail would do. I just know I can't wag, furiously, when Ewen comes home.  Pam grabs my tail and yelps, "NO WAGGING". What is a dog to do?

Tuesday 24th Mirren

I was very upset the other day when we went to the vet to get Big Boy's stitches out.  Colin wasn't there! The vet was very nice but I had asssumed that Colin would drop everything to come and see me. But no!.  There are other pets more important than me?!  I was so upset.  Demoralised.  Shattered.  Ho Hum.  Big Boy has had a lot of problems with his tail recently.  He wags too hard.  Blood everywhere.  I keep telling him to be more reserved, be more elegant.  Not him.  He clears tables and surfaces with one swipe.  He bruises me sometimes his tail wags so hard.  Anyway, Pam is threatening to put his boxer pants back on to curb his swing.  Where he got the idea of some poor dog hanging on the end I just don't understand?

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