Some of us are not happy bunnies in this household. As there are only two of us here, me and her, you can take it as read that I mean both of us.
She keeps saying rude words at the computer… something about losing the whole edit for the fourth time … and talking about sledgehammers….I just curl up in a corner someplace…Normally I’d offer her a ball or something. But that’s the other thing. I’m not very well.
She says she thinks it must be a bug or something… maybe one I found in the garden…not that I’ve eaten anything ‘cept spiders lately…But I’m not happy about it.
It was bad enough that she bathed me… again… that must make THREE times this year! A bit excessive you know. Granted it helped with the itchies… moulting isn’t any more fun for me than it is for the hoover-monster…. Though I’m sure the thing positively enjoys moulting season… it is always nosing round where I sleep.
I think she’s been a bit worried …. She keeps leaving everything to come and cuddle me. Didn’t mind me nesting in the sofa … she even got me some of that nice pink fish stuff she likes when I hadn’t eaten for a few days. …I managed a sliver of that… it would have been rude not to. I had chicken for breakfast this morning too. Not a lot… but she’d made it special.
She must have got really worried, when I think about it. I haven’t touched a ball in days… Just snuggled up with Ted.
She’s read me lots of get well messages too. That’s nice. Makes me feel all snuggly inside. With all the things you people seem to have to think about its nice that you take time to care about a small, strange dog.(Look… she can call me strange, I can call me strange… that’s as far as it goes, okay?)
It’s that love thing, isn’t it? You lot make such a big deal about it. We dogs don’t… we just know it. Doesn’t matter how, who, where…. It is just part of who we are. You know all the science stuff, right? She told me about it… how that waggy tail business when you walk in the room is real… and the chemically stuff inside us is the same when we see you as when you lot are ‘in love’.
We’re always in love. With everything really…smells… toys… people… It’s hard for me to imagine how it must be for you lot if you aren’t… Sounds awful like a canal to me the way you see it…something you don’t think is natural. You jump in feet first then either try and stay in as long as you can, even if the water’s cold… which is fine in summer, but seems a bit daft in winter… or try and stay out of…and you get out either all clean and shiny or covered in mud with twigs in your fur. Dogs are more like fish. We just swim in it. It is our natural environment. And mud can’t stick if you are always in the water.
Maybe we are the water? Maybe we are both fish and water?
That’s enough for today, people. I’m about ready for another snuggle. I may just have to do a little patrol of the garden, just to reassure her… and check for birds.
Much love,
Ani xxx
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Oh, poor little Ani. So sorry to hear – well, about both of you. Hope she gets better soonest, bless her dear little heart. Jumble sends wags and licks. xxxx
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Love and hugs back to Jumble xxx
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Ani, I do hope that you’re feeling much better by now. Your sad face made me even sadder. Please get well quick.
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I’m a lot better, thank you Judy… still not eating a lot… unless she gets me chicken or fish… wonder how long I can keep that up? 😛
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Jumble says: Hey, Ani, you got cold wet nose, doglet? You still doin’ plenty much tail waggin?? Not nice to have bug in tummy – make sicky feel. I lick you and ‘magine we runnin’ in long grass after rabbits and ducks ‘n things. You snuggle up to sofa-god and make betters. Jumleb xxxxxxxxxxx
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Mornin’ Jumble…Still a bit weird, but playing a bit now. Just killed a teddy. She’s feeding me the good stuff… best bits of chicken and fish….so I may have to keep this up for a bit… you wanna try it….
Have to say though, I’m not keen on the squeaky noises inside….
xxxx
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You doin’ the ‘look sad in bed’ bit, Ani? Works every time with my gods. ‘Poor Jumleb!’ they do say and give plenty much pats and strokes and little bitties from plates. I are glad you done kill teddy – that do be great fun. xxxx
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Hehe… you should see me.. I can curl up and do pathetic on a sixpence… whatever that is… not sure its edible….chin on sofa arm… cushions to nest in… It’d be fun if my belly stopped squeaking….Gettin lots of snuggles though 😛 x
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Awwww, poor squeaky belly, Ani, very not nice – would lick better if Own God took I for extra long walk to you…xxxx
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It’s squeaking less now she came home with a chicken for breakfast 😉 xxxx
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Oops! I do hope you’re feeling better soon!
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While there is chicken I’m sure I can manage to stay poorly 😛
Love
Ani x
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Oh absolutely! Wolfie too! Chicken…chicken…chicken chicken slurp 🙂
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They know us too well 😛
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Poor Ani, you must be feeling unwell to not want much chicken or other nice eating stuff. Rest easy, get well soon.
Hugs,
Evelyn
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Better now, Evelyn 🙂
Much love,
Ani x
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Message from Chicki: You’re lucky! My mum bathes me at least ONCE A MONTH!!! How outrageous it that??
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Does the RSPCA know about this??? That really is outrageous, Chicki! I hope you find enough mud to make it worthwhile 😉
Much love,
Ani xxx
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Such a lovely post. Dogs are really our writing companions. My puppy sometimes like to sit on my lap as I type away. I think he believes he is the one giving me ideas! 🙂 That’s what I like about dogs…They go after what they want.
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Mine like to do that too. The trouble is, she is only a ‘small’ dog in comparison to, say, a Great Dane. She is setter sized 🙂
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