Fooly Dog

Hello, here I am again, and yes, yes, yes I know! I look a fooly dog, don’t I? I don’t mean to look a fooly dog but the vet lady put this fooly thingy on me, and I can’t get it off by myself, so I am stuck being a fooly dog for the moment. I feel as though I’m a flower, and that is not a nice feeling to have because flowers get landed on by bees.  And I don’t want to be landed on by a bee. Especially on my nose. My nose is for smelling not stinging. Thinking about a bee landing on my nose makes me want to say ‘Ouch!’

‘Ouch!’

See there you go, I just said it.

A little while ago, (I don’t know how long ago because I still can’t count), I trod on a bee that was in the grass in my backyard. I didn’t mean to tread on it because I didn’t  know it was there, but once I trod on it, I certainly did know it was there.

‘Ouch, ouch, OUCH!’ I said.

‘Oh Roger, you must have trodden on a bee,’ said Bald Boss. And that’s how I knew I’d trodden on a bee.

But that doesn’t explain why I look like a fooly flower dog, does it?

I’m a fooly flower dog because I got bitten on the foot by another dog in a park, and that made me say ‘Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch,  OUCH!’ to Big Boss.

I think I might have been too enthusiastic for the other dog. I ran up to it and said ‘Hello, let’s play.’ But then it bit me. Bald Boss said I learned a lesson. He said: ‘Roger, you learned a lesson. Not every dog is like you. You’ll work it out.’

I hope I do. 

Anyway, Big Boss took me to the vet who told me I had a little cut. She said: ‘Poor Roger, you have a little cut.’

Little?!

I think it was HUGE, ENORMOUS, BIGGER THAN BIGGEST!

The vet lady put staples in my foot to help the cut heal. I hope it does because I don’t want to be a fooly flower dog forever.

Oh dear, what an experience.

I’m tired.

I need a sleep.

Wags from afar,

Roger.