In May my parents took me on my first holiday. I enjoyed a trip to Mid Wales to see Mummy's big daughter Nicola who lives with Jonathan in a flat up some steps.
Dogs are not allowed to stay there so we stayed in our caravan
I had my own bedroom in the caravan (although they kept mistakenly calling it the shower!) and got lots of attention from everyone on the site. Even the big strong builder man was very attentive.
I loved the soft bean bag in Nicola's flat so much that mummy promised to buy me one of my own when we get home.
Here is a picture of me on the beanbag.
It's soft and lovely to sleep on but best of all I can chew the zip and if I'm left alone long enough can get through the two inner linings as well and watch the little polystyrene roll around the kitchen floor.
Now it is kept up high and they only let me sleep on it when I'm supervised.......some people are just no fun.
I have been a bit unlucky with my health, apparently they call it demodectic mange or something and I was born with it. This means I have to be bathed twice a day in a nasty chemical concoction but at least I have stopped being so itchy and scabby all the time.
It's inherited and I overheard them saying that I would have to be neutered now in case I pass it on.
Sounds like fun, I wonder what it means?
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