I Tawt I saw a Puddy Tat

On Saturday mum took me over to Aunty A's so they could catch up on gossip and I could have a play date. It was really good, along with Patch and Rocky, Shani and Karma were there as well so got to have fun with a bunch of other doggies. I really need to get mum to have a chat to Aunty A though, I had to lie on the bare floor because others got the comfy beds and that really is something I'm not overly happy about.

The best thing about Aunty A's is the puddy tat Benny. I lurve puddy tat's, especially thinking about them with toast and vegemite. However, Aunty A won't let me in the house to play with Benny (don't know why) so I have to stay out the back with the poochies and humans. Benny I am sure knows exactly what I'm like as he tends to stand at the screen door and meow. The other night Benny was on a climbing thing he has near the back door. I knew he was around and I thought I scored big time when I saw him through the window so jumped up on Patch's doggy couch and this is what I saw (top left in the photo).

Damn that window for not being open.

My Poor Paw

I know it's been ages again since I last jumped on here but I've been busy, you know with the laying around and sleeping and all. And to be honest nothing really exciting has been happening around home lately. Mum finally got the picture she's been after for a while, she has this thing about my ears and how cute they look standing up, usually I drop them the minute the camera is focused.

Mum and I had a quite Christmas, always enjoy it when mum is around for a bit more than usual. Since then we've just been cruising along. Mum has decided to renovate the bathroom so we have all these plans and brochures around the house and mum spends an awful lot of time mumbling over them. Doesn't really bother me, I don't go in that room much.

This week I decided to run around my yard like I was a puppy again. It's fun and all but I just forget I'm not as young as I used to be. Anyway the end result was a sore paw. I've been limping around all week and just between you and me the limp is worse when mum is watching (going for the sympathy hugs). The worst thing is that mum has said I'm not going for my usual walkies until I'm better and am really getting a bad case of cabin fever, today I got to go around the block, but that's not very big or exciting. I'm gradually getting better but it seems to take these old bones a little longer to recover these days.