Thank You

We would like to thank everyone for their support in the wake of our loss. Bobby was a very special dog; an absolute angel with a heart of gold. We are heartbroken and miss him so much but hearing everyone's words of comfort has helped ease the pain. Bobby will always be in our hearts and thanks to everyone on Dogster he will never be forgotten.

The sisters,
Melanie and Andrea

Goodbye

This morning at 3:15 a.m. Bobby died after struggling to fight a stomach infection. We loved Bobby very much and we will miss him.
The sisters,
Melanie and Andrea

The Paw That Caused All the Trouble

I had a footbath. It was quite unexpected. You see the sisters were painting the living room and when I decided to inspect their workmanship my back paw landed in the upturned lid of the paint can. M. only saw this after she waved at me to get out because in my haste (and admitted surprise at M. raising her voice) I slipped a little on the wet surface. When M. realised what had happened she yelled some more, only this time about stopping (she really should make up her mind); and then I was picked up and put in the bath and for good measure had all my paws washed, even though it was only one that did the damage. A. then had to clean paw prints off the floor.

For Whom the Door Opens

I've taken it upon myself to stop in front of our downstairs neighbours’ apartment. The sisters can't understand it. They know I know where we live and I know that they know. I can't say for certain if it's the delicious smell that's inside or the nice people who live there or if it's just the irresistible of the unknown that’s hiding behind their door. Every time I come back from a walk I wait in front of their door and won't budge. The other day I almost hit the jackpot. As we reached the landing the door opened and one of the neighbours came out. If that wasn't a personal invitation extended in my direction I don't know what was. Can you imagine how embarrassed I felt when A. grabbed my collar; pushed my bum up the stairs and apologised on my behalf. That was rude and presumptuous, since the only thing I was sorry about was not being able to get a snout in the door..

That's About Right

What a lucky doggie I am! I had an ice-cream. Sometimes M. and A. go for ice-creams and if they're feeling exceptionally generous they might give me a taste from their fingers. Usually I'm not so lucky but I certainly hit the jackpot the other day. I was given a whole ice-cream cone for myself. And boy did I chomp it down. It hit the spot on a hot summer's day. When I finished I wagged my tail and smacked my lips and hoped that the next treat wouldn't be too far away, however have a sneaking suspicion that the next *treat* will be a trip to the groomer.

Boxes Be Gone!

The boxes are gone! They were all piled up and then these strange men came in and started taking them away. Then A. put me on the lead and soon we arrived at another building. I remember being there already a few times before so I think I knew where I was. After a while the same strange men started arriving and I was sure that the boxes were part of some horrible, never-ending nightmare. The funny thing is that they didn't pile up like the last time; by the next day they were gone. M. and A. tell me that we're living in a new apartment now and I have to get used to new walking routes and different parks. I don't mind. As long as there's the possibility of finding some discarded snack on the ground, AND I heard one of the sisters mutter something about lamb for dinner tomorrow night. Oh boy!

Boxed In

Something's happening and I don't know what it is but I know that I don't like it. Everywhere I turn there are stacks of boxes, taped and labeled. M. and A. are pre-occupied with these boxes. They spent most of their time putting things into them, things that I know don't belong in boxes. I'm very worried and very unhappy; so much so that I don't even want to go for long walks and long walks are my favourite thing in the whole world. Whenever I get too far away from home I come to a complete stop and won't budge until we turn around. I can't be certain but if I were to try and put my paw on it I would say that these boxes are the cause of my unease. I don't ask for much: just a nice place to sleep, lots of fresh steak and a box-free environment.

Unwelcome Guest

This afternoon there was a knock at the door. It was the neighbour who wanted to ask A. something. While she and A. were having their conversation Zoey decided to invite herself in. I don't mind it when M. or A. pay attention to Zoey on the stairway, I mean she's only a pup so she should catch up on all the attention a sophisticated, worldly chap like myself has already experienced, but I draw the line when she walks into my home and starts sniffling around. She even had the nerve to sniff at my food. I went and climbed into my basket before she got any ideas about making it her own. She was called out a few times but A. said it was okay. It most certainly was not. A dog's home is his castle and if he can't be king there then what's the point?

AAAHHHH!!!!

That's the sweet sound of me sinking back into my beanbag. The three weeks I endured without it were very difficult. I had to make do with M.'s bed which was all very well but M. didn't seem to grasp the concept that she should have found other sleeping arrangements. She kept telling me to get off. At least no one bothers me in the beanbag, well not anymore. I was dragged into the vet's office on Sunday afternoon. I didn't want to go but A. ignored me. She's really very good at that. Other than my nose being a little dry I'm in perfect stinky health. I have to have cream put on three times a day, I'm not thrilled about this but at least I can find solace in my beloved beanbag. Thank you Granny for fixing it.

Lean Times

A. found me asleep on M.'s bed again. If they hadn't taken the beanbag away from me then I wouldn't have to resort to this sort of behaviour. They keep telling me that the reason I don't have my favourite resting place is because my paws ripped a hole in the fabric and lots of little beans leaked out. I can't understand it, I don't mind so why should they? I'm not allowed any nice things. Yesterday I found a small dead animal and A. dragged me away. Then I was tucking into something tasty on the side of the road and M. pulled it right out of my mouth. It's not like she was going to eat it.