It’s been a while.

I do have a reason; mistresses big and small took me for a walk to the vets…..later that afternoon I took my revenge by refusing to walk home-big mistress had to carry me in the rain all the way!!!…and I am not a chihuahaua, put it that way.

I played the sympathy card to the max..lying in front of the fire, like a draught excluder, plaintive, soulful look on my face, occasionally rolling my eyes in mock agony. Mistress responded by putting a lampshade over my head…I would not be seen dead in that colour. Her friend Jamie called me a ‘spacedog’ (he has gone in my little black book of future gnashings) and they laughed when I attempted to flump downstairs…my head was so heavy. In fact, both mistresses found me hilarious as I bumped into things with my tunnel vision. Do not, however, call the RSPCA for they also gave me a million cuddles.