Sunday, June 20, 2010

Lights Out

Hi all, it's Inky here.

I just woke up from some weird kind of dream...

Before I dozed off, I vaguely remember going to that dreaded place in Melbourne where they hacked my little leggie. All seemed ok but for some reason, ma and pa were walking into another direction to me, waving good bye before they disappeared through the glass doors.

Then I felt all groggy and the lights went out.

When I woke up, I felt absolutely awful. My head was humming as if I had helicopters going back and forth between my ears. My stomach was churning and turning and my gut felt terrible.
I could barely see through my own eyes and everything was a blur.

Shards of voices were humming through the room. Was that mum?

There was a noise of rattling coins, or perhaps credit cards being swiped.

Oh gee, I was a real mess.

From what I could gather I had a near miss with someone who tried to kill me. 

I felt ma's familiar and warm grip to support my wobbly legs, then I collapsed again.

The next thing I remember is that I woke up looking like this...

I figured it couldn't have all been a dream. I had a shaved butt butt. AGAIN.

And some bastard had stolen the fuzz off my entire leggie. AGAIN.

My poor little crook leggie. I had just managed to regrow all the fuzz the bastards stole it in January.

Who left my hinie exposed like this in the middle of winter? What sort of a scuzzball would do that to a little pup like myself? Hadn't I already endured enough??

However, I was glad to finally be home again in safety, but gee, I still had monster headache and, boy, was I ravenous.

I instantly ordered mushy porridge, a bowl of warm milky water and a handful of treats.
I felt some relief but still felt dreadful. My ears were way down.

I got the shivers, BAD, so my pinkies tucked me in with a hot water bottle...

And Molly kindly lent me Angus to snuggle up with...

And the lights went out again...



  1. oh inky someone stole my fuzz too but nothing like your ordeal get well soon ok - loves and licks

  2. Oh poor Inky...what a scary ordeal. I hope this is the cure for your limpy leg and you will be running down the beach soon.

    Aire hugs and Aire kisses,
    Wyatt and Stanzie

  3. Oh Inky. We don't like this story. At all. Not even a little bit. And it came right on the heels of a huge boomer thunderstorm.

    We hope you woke up a few hours later feeling a bit better and that your return to normalcy (whatever that is anymore) is speedy and much more complete. In the meantime, we're glad you've got the hot water bottle and a warm cozy blanket.

    We'll be thinking of you. (And going back to read ... we didn't realize you were going under the knife again. Did you? Really?)

    Jake and Fergi xxoo

  4. oh, miss inky!
    how awful like!! why would those evil, evil hoomans shave off your hiney furs AGAIN. the injustice! i think all this stress over your missing furs is making you get queasy and shivery. you need some extra lovins and attentions ASAP. i'm packing my red travel bag and catching the next plane for australia. hang on!!!
    the booker man

  5. Man, you've been through the wars. Glad you're recovering. NO FUR in this weather? Yeesh. (you cuddle up there and milk it for all it's worth.....make 'em pay.)

    XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella

  6. Oh my lord Inky. We can't understand all the troubles your having with that leg. We hope it will be sorted now and you'll be back at your beloved beach again soon.

    Noah Willow Tess Lucy

  7. OMG, Inky - you have been through so much already! We are sending you TONS of AireZen! We hope you feel better soon!

    Love ya lots
    Maggie and Mitch

  8. Inky, not again!! We hope that leggie heals fast and right!

    Lilly, Piper, Carrleigh and Ruairi

  9. Inky, wishing you lots of love and hugs from me,hope you feel better in a couple of days.
    See Yea George xxx

  10. Oh Du arme Inky-Maus!
    was mußtest Du schon alles ertragen und nun nimmt man Dir im Winter das wärmende Fell!
    Wir hoffen, dass es Dir bald wieder besser geht und Du auch bald am Strand laufen kannst.

  11. Inky we hope you are feeling more like your fun self soon.

  12. miss inky,
    it's just gonna be me. my big sis asa gets air sick, so mama and daddy have to stay home with her. we wouldn't want any barfies on the plane.
    the booker man


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