It’s a Dog’s Life: Winnie is Under the Weather
Our canine columnist has been taking it easy this week
Hi Hounds,
I trust all is well in your world? My week has been a disaster. Firstly, I’m not one to grumble too much generally but boy oh boy did I get sidelined by a really bad bout of some gastro thing. I know, how ironic, as only last weekend I said to watch your diet. I must have cursed myself! Anyway, two night in the vet’s later – and a handsome bill which made Dad go green and mutter something like ‘more expensive than the Waldorf’ – I’m feeling a bit better.
Although it was a real bind feeling so ruff and getting ill, at least I dodged a bullet in the form of one Ronnie, a whippet from Somerset who was supposed to come and stay. He’s a crashing bore and mainly sleeps, anyway I avoided him so that was one good thing.
When I was in the vet I noticed a poster on the wall which tickled me a bit, it was about bad breath. There were lots of dogs pictured but not a dachshund I’m pleased to say, and there was a picture of some evil-looking creature with gnashers the size of a lion, I think it must have been a Rottweiler.
Because I’ve been somewhat incapacitated I’ve not really kept up to speed with the news this week so apart from watching a bit of cricket (my favourite sport) and keeping paws crossed we get a clean sweeping, and dad muttering as usual about biased reporting on the radio this morning (well, every morning), I can’t really add any value this week.
And because I’m feeling as sick as a dog (talk about an apt expression) I’m not heading out on the moors as I had hoped today but will hopefully come back strong next week when I’m looking forward to heading to the Dales.
Have a good week and mind how you go – and what you eat…
