We've not had a very good start to 2012. First of all, Dad was ill - serves himself right for leaving us to go on safari in Ethiopia. He came back with a dickey heart,but he's all right now. Then Mum was ill and we couldn't keep our rendez-vous at the Dog Whisperer Woman's place. I [it's Candy writing this post] don't need my behaviour looking at, but my big bully of a brother certainly does. However, we are obliged to go en famille, so all four of us need to be well. We were just gearing ourselves up to go for a session when the DW tore some ligaments in her foot, so then she was out of action for a while. Then I fell ill with a urinary infection and had to stay in hospital with tubes in my front legs for two days. They shaved my legs, would you believe, which made my furry feet look like shaggy pompoms. It was very humiliating, so Mum took me to the doggy beauty parlour and the lovely Evelyne made me look pretty again. Meanwhile, however, it was Toby's turn to fall ill with bronchitis so he was on antibiotics and cough medicine. In between the in between time the weather got so bad we couldn't go and see the DW, but we have a rdv for this coming Wednesday. That should be fun, not!
My turn, my turn! This is Toby speaking. I'm having a bad case of the sulks. Mum is such a spoilsport. I found some lovely smelly poo in the garden at lunchtime and rolled in it - got it all over my chest and under my chin and felt so proud of my new pong. Then Mum and Dad got a whiff of it while they were eating their lunch, so it was the bath for me tout de suite! And it wasn't just my chin I got washed either. Mum plunged me into a great bath of warm water - well, a small washing-up bowl actually cos I'm not very big - and washed me all over, shampoo and all. Now I small all peachy and poncy. Hope I can remember where that poo was located. Gosh it was rich. Don't know who plonked it there, but it was quite a bonus for me. Candy,of course, is too ladylike these days to do things like rolling in poo.
