There are many good things in life. People; other dogs; cats; walks; toys; food; barking; sleeping; car trips; The Vet; eating poo … the list is almost endless. Sometimes, though you get to take two or more good things and put them together!
Subtitle: Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. What? Ow. Ow. Ow.
Oh my word and flippity flop, life is confusing. And painful. Just when you think you’re getting the hang of things … BAM! Something comes along to throw you for six. Although six is supposed to be good, so I don’t quite follow that. Should be throw you for one. Or hit you for a catch. Hrm. Anyway, I digress.
The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind of weird.
… and I have indeed been working like a dog. Well, I would, wouldn’t I?
Life has changed. I’m given to understand that in years gone by children were put to work at a very young age. I bet they were able to get past eight months. Not me. Nope, eight months old, and already being dragged to the office.