Visitors and no Chihuahua

The visitors that Mum said were coming to see her actually did come to see me. I know this 'cose it was me that they said was gorgeous and I got all the pats, not her. Mum's friends even said that FatPoo really was fat so they are definitely my friends now.

Mum said that I was a 'greaser' but I'm sure visitors don't mind if I lean on them and cover them with hair. Dad says that I'm the hairiest goofuss he's ever met and when he showed Mum all my hair that he had gotten off the carpet she said there was enough to make a Chihuahua.

Well I didn't get a Chihuahua but Mum bought me a Frisbee.

stitches out-ch!

I was brave and the stitches are gone.

This isn't a very glamorous picture of the procedure so I tried to hide my face, but I must say it was good that I didn't have to see the vet at all. Mum's friends are nurses and they took the stitches out.
Gail isn't really holding me down, she was just patting me 'cose I'm so lovely, and Christine did a wonderful job of removing the itchy little stitches until the last one when she cut herself with the scalpel. I am very sorry about that but I'm also very relieved that it wasn't me that had to squeal. I would have squealed louder! She said that was the first time she had done that in 30 years but I'm not sure that made her feel any better.

I'm still bored!!!

I'm still bored and I've been in trouble quite a bit. I really can't see what's wrong with getting into the backseat of the car when Mum leaves me on my own. It's not as if anyone else is using it. She says that I'm not allowed and if I keep doing it there will be trouble but I think if I keep doing it she'll just give up making a fuss about it. Sheesh, what more trouble can there be? She's already had me neutered!

Tomorrow I'm suppose to being going to the vet to get my stitches out. I'm not too sure about that. When Mum says 'vet' it makes me very uncomfortable. She said that getting stitches taken out isn't a big deal, all I know is, the last time I went to a vet the bits he took out were a big deal. Well I thought so anyway!

We're suppose to be having visitors tomorrow as well. Mum's friends are going to come and see me. They are coming all the way from Motueka which is were Mum and Dad used to live. Mum says that they're not coming just to see me but I bet they are, and I bet when they do meet me they'll say I'm 'lovely'. Everyone does.

Mum says I'm getting a fat head and a false sense of importance. I have no idea what she means.

I'm bored.

I'm bored ..... and Mum thought I'd enjoy going out in the car. I did until I realised we were going to the wool shop and not the dog park! There was an earthquake while she was in the shop and she was taking AGES so I jumped over the back seat. When she came out I was still bored but then I was in trouble as well. Sheesh!

We had to go and get bird food and Mum must have been feeling sorry for me 'cose she stopped at the little dog park and said I wasn't to run around too much. The park has moved! The gates don't shut any more and there are holes and cracks in the ground. Some of them even had sand in them and Mum said that was called liquefaction and happens in an earthquake. It didn't make much sense to me, I was just pleased to be there 'cose I really had to have a bit of 'liquid action' myself. I needed to pee!

I'm going to pray (paws folded) that there are no more earthquakes tonight 'cose I don't want the dog park to move any more. If it moves too far we might not be able to find it again!