Medical emergencies, holidays, and parties.

OK - I'm sorry! I know it has been a while since we last chatted, but to be quite honest there has been so much going on in the last few weeks that I simply have not had the time (or the energy) to sit down and update my blog. But here I am again, so lets get started.

I must start with some very sad news. My lovely Uncle Taff who was due to come and visit us for ten days this month, died suddenly whilst on a visit to friends in Scotland. He was a super man who loved dogs and he and I always had a great time together.



Then there was my rather dramatic medical emergency just a couple of weeks ago. There I was, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, rolling around on the lawn as I do, when something must have bitten me on the lower lip. I don't know what - it could have been a wasp or a bee or something more exotic - but within the space of a few minutes my whole face had swollen up in a series of lumps and bumps so that I looked like a Shar Pei. It irritated like mad and was causing me a lot of grief. Being Saturday afternoon my normal vets was closed so we had to rush off to Limoux to the emergency vet. He took one look at me, rushed me to the head of the queue, and pumped me full of some drug or other. It made me throw up but apparently that was good as it meant it was working. Well, after about five minutes I started to deflate and by that evening all was well again, but apparently it could have been quite serious if I had been bitten nearer my throat.

Fortunately, a couple of days later we set of on holiday to the French Alps, so it was an ideal chance for some recuperation. Sadly it rained a lot when we were there but we did have one great walk around the stunning mountainsides. I even found a bit of snow left over from the winter. Because of the rain we all came home early so it turned out to be only a short break rather than the weeks holiday it should have been.







No sooner were we back than we had to start getting ready for our annual summer party. Like all such events, it requires a great deal of preparation and I did my fair share to try and help with this. Mind you, my contributions were, for some reason, not always appreciated. However, the event itself was great fun. Uncle Martin was there and he and I had a good old chat.





My mate Boudie came with his mum and dad and later on my girlfriend Lily turned up. I was a bit disturbed to find a load of people with their feet in my giant drinking bowl but I forgave them.



It went on until 11pm by which time I was totally shattered. The next day was spent mainly asleep in my dads chair. By all accounts, Boudie was in the same state too!



A bit like War and Peace I know but here ends the latest blog. Speak to you all again soon - promise!

Bottle stuff and consequences

I often mention in my ramblings that the people are off doing that bottle stuff. Now only being a young man (a teenager in people years) I have abstemiously stayed away from the stuff myself, but I felt that, for my readers sake at least, I should really know what I was talking about. So when the opportunity arose the other afternoon, I gritted my teeth, wrapped my tongue around the neck of a bottle of fine rosé, and sampled the contents within.


OK, I admit it - pleasantly surprised was not the reaction I was expecting, but I am slowly beginning to see why these people spend so much time with it. Not that you will find me partaking on a regular basis, unlike some I could mention. No, the occassional sip or slurp will do me just fine.

There is one disadvantage, so I am told, in that it tends to make one feel a bit sleepy after consumption. In light of this, although unaffected immediately, I felt the need to find a suitable place to relax just in case I came over all dozey. Mum and dad's bed seemed like the ideal place!