Saturday 28 July 2007

OH I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE THE SEASIDE

They took my stitches out after about 10 days, and by then I was raring to go, but Martin said 'No!! Restricted exercise only!' - but what to vets know ?

A few days later when Dad came home at tea-time - he said to Mum, 'I'm taking Thalice to the beach.' I could tell Mum wasnt happy and said I was in escape mode at the moment and would run away - anyway I was supposed to be on restricted excercise. He said he would be careful and anyway I would obey him (?). I smiled sweetly...

I normally get to go out in Mum's dog car in the cage at the back, but Dad lets me go in the footwell of his lovely new clean and very smart car. This is really nice and I like it very much because I can touch his hand with my nose and he strokes my head.

We went to Prestatyn wher all the holiday makers go and as it was a nice day there were loads of people about. I just couldnt resist it - there was a big pool of my favourite murky brown water - even better because it was the consistency of slime. Oh what a fabulous time I had ! Out of the corner of my eye I could see people falling about laughing - but my Dad wasnt one of them - I dont know why ? Then I saw him leaping up and down shouting. Oh dear, I dragged myself out unwillingly and looked down at myself - I looked like a rather thin and dripping chocolate labrador.

Well, Dad wasnt happy to say the least - out came the lead and he marched me off down the beach for miles and miles until we got to Rhyl and he took me to a petrol station. I was hoping for a sandwich because I hadnt had my tea yet, but no he got the power wash and hosed me down trying to get all the slime off. Then he marched me all the way back to the car and took me home. I slept well that night, but I didnt get any tea.

The next day, Mum took one look at me and said, 'As if I havent got enough to do !' and she took me upstairs and gave me a bath. I hate baths and I hate being dried and she wasnt happy with me or my Dad. Still, at least I get my dinner when she is home.

I dont know how I manage to put up with these fickle humans.....I cant seem to do anything right.

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