Feeling Under the Weather

My good friends, on Monday I had a very nasty health scare and got rushed to the vets. My legs went all wobbly and I kept falling over, I was very scared as the room was spinning and I couldn't get up, I tried to nip mummy when she picked me up **hangs head in shame** as I was so confused. 

The Vet lady poked and prodded me so I swore at her too, she kept trying to see if I could use my feet, when I just wanted to be left alone. She looked in my ears and listened to my heart too. The Vet said
to mummy that I may have had a mini stroke or a fit of some kind. I do feel a bit better now and I'm at home again being spoilt rotten, I have a nice new hot water bottle in my bed to keep me warm. 

Jackanory:- Part Five

Good golly gosh, sorry it's been so long since I last updated my Jackanory Story, so much has happened here that my fluffy paws haven't touched the ground, but today is not the day to tell you. 

Today is all abouts the Jackanory Story.

*finds a comfortable position and starts to remember*

I had just started to leave he house with my mummy and Meegan, learning to enjoy life outside in the big wide world.

There was so much to learn, like coming when I was called, not pulling on the lead and how to be a polite young pup with excellent manners. Life was good and I couldn't have been happier.

BUT

One day when I was 6 months old, something very nasty happened, it terrified me so badly, that I forgot about my nice manners and how to be polite, in fact it ruined my life for several years.

Meegan was attacked by another dog, it was a full on attack by a Springer Spaniel, because she was very old and only had three legs Meegan fell over and was unable to defend herself, I was trapped under 2 fighting

Jackanory:- Part Three

*thinking*

Now where did I get too in my little Jackanory Story?

Oh yes I remembers, me and my new mummy Meegan were living the good life. But then...

I got taken to see a Vet man, I had been once before with my family, but that was a lady and she was very nice to us. This one wasn't, he looked at my teeth, eyes, ears, then worst of all he put something up my bum! I wiggled like mad, I didn't like that one bit!! After that he put a cold round thing on my chest which was stuck in his ears, and then he told my hoomum I was healthy with a good heart. 

My hoomum was very relieved, as she had brought a Rottweiler puppy several months previously called

Ambushed

There I was sniffing in a bush minding my own business.

 When all of a sudden that hissing, spitting Stalker Cat launched its self at me and scratched my nose drawing blood! 

I never done nothing to it!

 But I tried chasing it down the road, in case it hurt my mummy *that scared it for sure*

Shame I was on my lead, or I would have chased it a lot further!

Why oh why do pussy cats have to be soooo nasty to me?

 I likes them, but they never has the manners to find out, they just attacks me *sob*

But I likes the chewie mummy gives me to make up for the nasty experience.

  I would prefur it if they was liked us doggies, and said hello first before deciding they don't like me..

So please, all my pussy cat friends that know me, can you please pass the message on.

 I'm not a bad pup unless you attack me first!!!

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