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...