Well it’s Friday Flashback time again, that seems to have come round quickly.
Oh dear, puppy Alfie didn’t fair much better on the health front than he does now. Here he is back in 2006
Through with Vets
Ok enough already. I am through with vets. My mistress told me I was just going for a blood test result. So I thought ‘right, nothing to worry about’. I bounced in and said hello to the vet, after all he is quite a nice bloke when he isn’t doing unspeakable things to me. How could I be so naive? First he looked at my teeth, which have almost all come through now and I told him that the little bit of blood on my gum was nothing. I just chew on my mistress’s arm when they are feeling uncomfortable but even that is reducing now.
Then he started prodding and poking my rear end again! I’m starting to think he has a bit of a thing for me. Then horror of horrors he started talking about operations because bits aren’t all where they should be. Whatever he has in mind, I am definitely out that day!
Then just as I started to relax he explained to me that my blood test hadn’t shown enough antibodies and I have to have it all again. Look, if it’s this much trouble I am prepared to give up my right to travel the world. I can be like most other dogs and just stay home. Really, I can! Despite my urgent protestations I was once again injected and booked in for another blood test in a month’s time. Why me? I’m just your average wimp. I can do without all this excitement.
I couldn’t only bring you a flashback and not tell you how happy we all are that Daddy is home. I just couldn’t stop licking him. He even told me that I had to get into bed with them and who was I to argue. Mum usually sends me to my own bed after a while so I rather like having him around. It’s going to be a good few days