Mr Percy being weighed on the scales

Lots of rain, and wind, and noises

I’m sure we went out once this week.  I can’t remember which day but it was a long time ago. Percy here, by the way. I’m afraid Bertie and I are both having trouble thinking of something new and interesting to tell you.

It’s not that we have a boring life.  It’s a very satisfying one, in nearly every respect.  We look forward to grass time, which usually coincides with Mummy coming home.  A couple of days this week she came home and said it was nearly dry enough to go out on the grass, and then it rained again.  She even went out in the rain all day herself.  She said it was for a competition. And then she was going to theatre in the evening. I’ve not discovered what theatre is yet.

A couple of days and nights it was very windy.  We heard one of the branches come off the tree outside.  There was also a big thunderstorm which made the windows rattle, and little ice things banging against the window.  Very noisy.

Mr Percy pig eating leaves

We did go to see Dr Sally again this week, just me and Mummy.  They talked about me as usual.  Dr Sally looked at my lump and looked inside my mouth, and agreed with me that it isn’t related to my teeth.  Mummy has noticed I sometimes get things stuck on that side and have to move my head around while I try to move it on with my tongue, but I usually manage after a couple of tries.  They mostly talked about my ‘quality of life’ and whether having some slight discomfort was better than risking disability with an operation. Dr Sally is worried what she might find hiding in my jaw muscle. She says she’ll either sew it up again or take as much as she can out then sew it up. But because Mummy is so busy, and there’s no hurry, they set a date when Mummy will be able to take good care of me afterwards, even if I need feeding every two hours or something. That seems to be in a month’s time.

Mummy gives me a little feed every morning now, and I have to say, it’s really nice.  It improves my quality of life no end, because it’s very tasty.  It’s Emeraid with Nutrimed, and it helps my well-being as well as giving me easily digestible nutrients. I read the labels. If I have to be fed every two hours with that I won’t object at all.

Neville with his back to the camera

Neville had his hair cut yesterday, just around his bottom to help him keep it clean.  Mummy said he seems to have plenty of experience of hair trimming.  Not like Dylan who couldn’t bear Mummy cutting his bottom hair.  Neville looked very smart this morning.  They are a nice couple of chaps.  I like them, him and Roscoe.

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Bath and a haircut

Mummy’s been threatening Dougall and me with a bath and haircut for ages.

Saturday it happened.

It’s not so bad, really.  I mean, I know I spend most of my time wondering whether I can jump out at the end where the little sea snake is.    But really, getting all wet, then getting wrapped up and dried with a towel and cuddled on Mummy’s lap while being rubbed with a towel, and then being blown with warm air is all very enjoyable. Continue reading “Bath and a haircut”

Tortured!

I can’t believe how cruel Mummy was to me today!  She took a big pair of scissors and cut my hair!  It was terrible.  I could feel her slicing through my hair.  Now I’m even shaggier.  She didn’t cut it all like she did with Dougall, she only cut half of it. It was much cooler out in the garden in the sunshine.  I didn’t get so hot chasing Uncle Hector.  She cut uncle Humphrey’s coat too.  He looks rather smart.  He says I should stand still to get my hair cut and I’d look smart too.  I don’t want my hair cut.  NEVER!!!