if my dog gets ill, it’s your fault!

There’s nothing to jolt you from a lovely dream more than a dog throwing up.
The sound is unmistakable.
I soothe poor Jimmey and then the fun begins.
First, you have to try and persuade the little man not to gobble it up.
Then, you have to frantically find something to clear it up.
Then you have to find it!!
I like to sing to myself as I perform this task. It helps to pass a bit of time!
Then, when I’ve eventually located it I clean it up.
Now, I’m a good dog owner – so I do everything I can to keep my dog happy and healthy.
I can’t say the same about people who use my local park.
I actually had to ban Jimmey from having playtime there because he was literally being sick every morning!
Why don’t people pick their litter up? There’s bins everywhere!
I was prompted to write this post because I’ve just spent five minutes trying to persuade Jimmey to remove his little yellow mouth from a bag of chips which some idiot had put next to a bin on the floor!
When he got back – he had a big bowl of water, belched extravagantly ad flopped down!
It’s not just food either! He’s a total coprphagic! *look up this term if you don’t know what it is – it’s disgusting*
Why don’t people pick up after their dogs?
I’m totally blind and I can do it!
The thing is, if Jimmey gets into a habit of scavenging he’ll get fat.
This means he won’t be able to work.
This, in turn means I will be without my lifeline and independence.
Alternatively he could get very ill if he eats anything which disagrees with him.
Please share this blog with as many people as you can – particularly if you know a person who litters with impunity!

Lastly – scoop the poop – and drop the plop!!

What Chelsea did next

Chelly is 12! I can’t believe it. It only seems like yesterday when the little black whirlwind was running round my house with two toys in her mouth.
Many people ask how she is getting on. After all, this blog started as a result of my preparations to retire her and start training with my new dog.
There wasn’t a blog like this, so I was happy to write mine. I found it therapeutic.
Mum looks after little Chelsea for most of the time.
They’ve settled into retired life very well.
Chelsea even has her own “bedroom” under the stairs.
She’s living a life of leisure.
She’s doing everything she was forbidden from doing when she worked.
This includes:
Jumping on the sofa and settling down with Mum.
Gobbling up everything she shouldn’t, such as bread, eggs and on one occasion Mum’s unattended sandwich.
She sits by the fridge door and refuses point blank to move until a carrot is produced!
At first I was upset at seeing how well she had transferred over to Mum.
Now it’s lovely.
She’ll always be my dog, and we’ll always have a special bond.
But when I am sitting on the sofa with Mum, I have Chelly lying on one foot – and James on the other.
They love each other very much.
The other day, James gave Chelsea’s ear a tender lick as she wandered past him.
They are affectionately known as “rascal and ratbag” among many other pet names.
I’m just so happy that I have two wonderful, comical and happy dogs in my life!
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