Notes from a small dog: Trauma

She lost my ball.
Traumatised, I was. The special ball… the only ball. Well, okay, I may have a couple of dozen more, but this one is the ball.

And it wasn’t my fault, whatever she says. It wasn’t me who let the hoover monster out of its lair. Well… I wouldn’t, would I? Ever.

There I was, just minding my own business… and, well, okay, maybe hers too a little… though I was not being nosey, just taking an interest, you know? She was wandering around with the sneezy stuff that she likes, the stuff that makes everything shiny and slippery (she really should try these wooden floors with paws one day). And if she should happen to be on all fours, is it my fault if I think she wants to play with the ball? ‘Specially as she was playing while she did stuff.

So, when she went into her bedroom, I sort of followed her in… just in case she might fancy a game. Anyway, she seemed to be a bit occupied, so I went over to help and we did stuff together. Then she let the hoover-monster out… without warning too… and I was obliged to beat a strategic retreat.

She doesn’t understand why I don’t like it. She thinks it might be the noise… as if I’m scared of that! No. The problem is that she has this thing about dog hair, you see… and the hoover monster has a sucky sort of brush on the end… and we all know where most of the dog hair is attached! I don’t exactly trust her not to go to the source of the problem….

Image result for hoovering dog cartoon

So while she wrestled the hoover-monster, I hid waited under the desk. Then, when she’d put the thing back in its lair, she started running a bath. Now that’s always a good time to make myself scarce…

I watched her wallow for a while…from a safe distance… then afterwards, she made cheesey stuff in the kitchen, so I had to help with that. And by then I was exhausted… so I had to have a nap.

When I woke up, it was dark. She let me out into the garden and she stood there oohing and ahhing at the stars. They’re not new, you know. I hate to tell her, but they are there every night…have been for years. But ‘pparently, they were extra special stars, ’cause even her camera-thingy could see them. I can’t see the point myself…Β  a few coloured spots on blackness, but she was happy…so I let her watch them in peace for a bit… while I took up my position for the ball-throwing ceremony.

This happens every time I go outside. It has to. It’s tradition. Not, as some two-legses would have it, obsession. She says I fixate o the ball too much… and that I ‘dentify with it… whatever that means… so that when it is lost, so am I.

“Where’s your ball, girlie?” says she. I just looked at her… she does this a lot. She thinks I’m daft enough to believe she doesn’t know. “What have you done with it?” She stood there looking at me. I looked back. “I can’t find it anywhere.” To be fair, she seemed to have looked everywhere by now…then she brought the torch out into the garden. Still no ball!

“Where is it, girl? I can’t find it…” The trouble was, neither could I! By now, I’m panicking. She’s looking in all my hiding places… even the treat cupboard and the washing machine… still no ball. I was getting desperate…

She hides it sometimes and pretends… but this time she looked serious. She went off for yet another look, while I waited at the door getting more and more dejected by the minute.

“What is this doing here?” I hear… then finally she comes out with the ball! I’d completely forgotten I’d put it under her pillow… and she wouldn’t have known, ’cause she says I’m not allowed on the bed…

So, I have to give her some credit. Even though it was her fault for letting the hoover monster out… She really tried hard to find it. She says its ’cause she loves me… even if I am a daft dog. So she’s not getting too much credit…

Anyway, I’d better go. She’s in the kitchen cupboard… and there are treats in there that need acquiring πŸ˜‰

Much love,
Ani xxx

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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83 Responses to Notes from a small dog: Trauma

  1. davidprosser says:

    Hi Ani, just want to say how good it is that you look after your two legs so well. I think I could do with a dog just like you, so if you ever get fed up………….
    Hugs David.

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  2. Jack Eason says:

    If you don’t fancy moving in with David Ani, your welcome here with me in Suffolk anytime. πŸ˜‰ xx

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  3. Deb Whittam says:

    That was such a relief – I was getting really worried that I would need to send you another special ball. Thank you so much for finding it.

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  4. Jack Eason says:

    Reblogged this on Have We Had Help? and commented:
    More from Ani and her two legs…

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  5. Ritu says:

    Oh Ani! At least she found it eh!

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  6. Darlene says:

    So glad you found the ball. Dot loses hers all the time as well. Under the pillow???

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  7. TanGental says:

    Poor you. I know that panic. Mind you just now I’m banned from throw-ball because I’ve go an arrhythmic elbow or something and when I fetch I hurt it by full body braking. I don’t mind cos I can still run but I do limp a little when I walk after. They’re treating me like a baby again. I know fetch is good for me psychmologically but they won’t have it. So my lovely collection of balls are all dry and clean. Tragic. Chase one of me my dear, won’t you? Sniffs’n’stuff, Mylo

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  8. Reena Saxena says:

    Thanks, Ani, for all the help, especially with the cheesy stuff πŸ™‚

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  9. jenanita01 says:

    Oh Ani, you really do make my day a little better! Thank you for being such a character!

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  10. Mary Smith says:

    You do tell a good tale, Ani. Maybe she could get a ball-finder app on her phone!

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  11. Tom Gould says:

    Love the cartoon


  12. Hi Ani. I’m glad she found your ball. My special ball got lost the other day too. It was the one that sometimes has treats stuck in it that I have to figure out how to get out of there so I can eat them. Took them ages to find it, and I was getting really worried they wouldn’t manage to. It was found in the end, and a good thing too, since it had managed to get treats in it again. At least, it had some in it when they gave it to me. Lots of licks, Lilie


    • Sue Vincent says:

      Hey Lilie! The spacial balls can’t be replaced, can they? Glad they found yours! My two-legs gives me puzzles with treats in. She even tried a new one where I have to turn wheels to open doors to get at the treats. She thought it would take me a whiel to figure it out. Two minutes eleven seconds πŸ˜‰ Ha! xx


  13. willowdot21 says:

    Glad your two legs found your ball , remember all the grief last time The Ball got lost? Your two legs is a good one so look after her well. Love Ruby! πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ


  14. bobcabkings says:

    Ani, I remember your ball got lost outside last year and how hard that was, so I’m glad she found it. Part of training a two-legs is to remind us that we don’t know all your tricks and hiding places.


  15. Jennie says:

    Ani, keep taking care of the two-legged one. She loves you, and she won’t let the vacuum cleaner go to the source of the dog hair. Really. I promise.


  16. Oh, poor Ani! But dont worry, fourlegs always have such not amusing situations. Some months ago Choppy from first time ever met electric cows. She would visit the cows behind a fence, but the bad cows used electricity against her. πŸ˜‰ Michael


  17. noelleg44 says:

    I can sympathize, Ani. When I lose my stuffed mouse, I have to run all over the house looking for it. The last time my two legged found it in the shower. I have no idea how it got there πŸ˜‰ Anyway, if you lose your ball again, I have many I can share.


  18. I am so glad you found your ball, Ani. I remember the last time you lost it and it didn’t turn up. Time for you to write a new book. Michael is waiting.


  19. Oh, Ani, I am so glad that your two legged had finally found your favorite ball. πŸ™‚


  20. Oh Ani, I am glad she found your ball in the end. That vacuum monster sends me scuttling off as well, you are not on your own in being a bit wary of it! Roxy xxx🐾🐾


  21. Widdershins says:

    Phew!!! That was a close call!


  22. I got the kids three beautiful supposedly dog-proof toys at Christmas and they are all reduced to ropes and shreds of fabric. The balls are mostly in one piece, but where oh where have the wandered? I’m sure they are outside in the mud and snow. Sometimes, they decide to bring one in and they are so disgusting. I immediately wash them in the sink and leave them to dry off in the racks, after which they haul them back outside so they can be properly coated with more mud and crud.


  23. Phew! I’m glad you found it. This seems to be an annual event. How did it ever get under the pillow? Hmmm. I laughed at how exhausting Ani’s day was. Ha ha. Thanks for the smiles.


  24. Eliza Waters says:

    Whoa, that was a close call, Ani. You really might try some of those memory exercises to help you remember your hiding places. πŸ˜‰


  25. Lyn Horner says:

    Ani, I’m so glad she found your ball where you’d hidden it. You are a little dickens, I can tell, but an adorable one! Have fun playing ball!


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  27. dgkaye says:

    Oh Ani, you are a little devil. You’re whining away about Sue losing your ball and you put it under he pillow? Are you losing the plot? You don’t remember putting it there? LOL It’s a good thing you’re so cute! ❀ xxx


  28. You had us on the edges of our beds, Ani. We thought, for a moment that the hoover monster had got your ball. Phew! That’s a relief.
    Wishing you a waggy tail weekend.
    Toby and Austin


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