Panic Attacks

The other day Person went to see Amber.

Amber had been LOST.

She was All By Herself.

Then she was in a Kennel. In a Small Dark Kennel with barking dogs all around her.

For a LONG TIME.

Now Amber has a New Home.


But Amber has Panic Attacks.

Amber has a Panic Attack when the Phone RINGS. She has a Panic Attack when the Printer PRINTS. She has a Panic Attack when the vacuum cleaner VACUUMS. She has a Panic Attack when the Doorbell RINGS.

Amber has a Panic Attack at any SUDDEN SOUND.

Anyway, the Rat Man came yesterday.

I would like to give a RAT a Panic Attack.

I can curl up into a Ball.

Here is Tina from Costa Rica!

Tina Writes me Messages in my Blog.

Person does Writing for me.

Me - I do Sniffing not Writing.

I don't need Person to do Sniffing for me. Person says she has the Wrong Kind Of Nose.

Person went to see Uncle George.

Uncle George is a Wire Haired Dachsund.

Uncle George Fixates on Shadows and Lights.

I don't Fixate on Shadows and Lights.

I Fixate on GREY RATS.

I have the Right Kind Of Nose for Sniffing where Grey Rats go.

I am Very Patient. I am Very Still. I Hide.

I WAIT

Anyway, Milly caught a Grey Rat yesterday. Milly gave it to Marmite. Marmite Gave it to Person.

Powder Puffy

I Smell a Rat. Grey Rat Wriggles Under the fence.

Grey Rat Quivers and Sniffs in the Honeysuckle Bush.

OUT OF REACH.

Anyway, last week Person went to see Maisie.

Person says Maisie is a Powder Puff.

A Powder Puff?

Maisie has been living with Lily and Tina for One Week.

Maisie's Hair is Shaven Short because it was Matted and Dirty.

Maisie is no longer Powder Puffy.

I'm not Powder Puffy either.

Here is Lily. Lily is Timid.

And here is Tina.

Tina is NOT Timid.

I am not Timid, and nor is that Grey Rat.

Deaf dalmation

Molly is Deaf.

Molly is SPOTTY. Molly is just eleven months old.

Molly's First Persons went on Holiday.

When they came back, they just LEFT HER at the Kennels.

My Person has helped to find NEW PERSONS for Molly.

Three weeks ago Molly's New Persons were Very Very Sad Persons because their other Spotty Dalmation called Nelson was gone forever.

Now they are Very Very Happy Persons.

And here is Molly in her New Home.

Now Molly is a Very Very Happy Spotty dog.

News Flash. Molly is finding her feet. She has Raided the Larder.

Person went to see Beardie Ellie last week.

Here Ellie's She Person wants to sit back down in her seat.

Oh YES? Are you KIDDING?

Anyway, Person would never Leave ME in kennels when she came home from Holiday. Nor Monty the Mont, nor Marmite, nor Milly.

But she does Leave Me in my Dog Den during the day. And my Garden. And my Field.

With Monty the Mont. With Marmite. And with Silly Milly.

I can nearly squeeeeeeeeeeze out of my Dog Den.

That is because I am VERY SKINNY.

Bleeding and Twitching

BLOOD!

Person came home to find Drop Drop Drops of ........ BLOOD.

And...then she found ME.

I have a New WOUND.

Only a Little WOUND, but Lots of BLOOD.

Person says I was trying to put my Nose somewhere my Nose Should Not Be.

Anyway, here I am Bird Watching.

Ring Neck Doves are Nesting in the Trees.

But Person says Proper TWITCHERS don't BARK. They are Very Very Quiet and STILL.

I can be Very Very Quiet and STILL, but Marmite can't. Nor can Monty the Mont. Nor can Milly.

Here is Teebo.

Teebo sometimes TWITCHES when he Sleeps.


Perhaps he is dreaming of Ring Neck Doves.

Teebo is Scared and Hides when his Person does Texting.

(Texting is a sort of TWITCHING that Persons do with their Fingers. It makes little clicking sounds).

I TWITCH when I dream of Chasing Ring Neck Doves.

Person went to visit Tux. Tux has a Dreamy Sad Face.

But Tux is not as Dreamy as he looks!

Tux can be TWITCHY when he is Wary.

Anyway, I have a New WOUND....

With BLOOD.

Person went to see Poor Sam.

Poor Sam is a Plummer Terrier. A Plummer Terrier is a Jack Russell with Long Legs.

I have Long Legs.

Poor Sam had a Big Open Wound on his head.

Poor Sam's Person said it was all Poor Sam's Fault. He had a Fight. He attacked a Big Dog.

So Person went with Poor Sam's Person to the Vet.

The Vet put Five Staples in Poor Sam's Big Open Wound.

Poor Sam was very Brave.

In time, Poor Sam won't want to fight other dogs any more.

Here is MY Wound that I had.

Anyway, recently Person came home smelling Very Scary.

She smelt of WOLF!

Wolf licked her face.

And here is a Wolf eating Sheep Poo.

Person smelt just a little of Sheep Poo too.

Home Alone

Last week Person went to see another Alfie.

Person has been to see several Alfies lately.

This Alfie is Little Yorkie Alfie.

Little Yorkie Alfie is Very Very Unhappy when his Person goes out without him.

Little Yorkie Alfie has Little Yorkie Sadie to keep him company, but he still Very Very Unhappy when his Person leaves him.

Little Yorkie Alfie HOWLS all the time his Person is away.

Little Yorkie Alfie Watches and Waits and HOWLS by the window.

Sometimes Little Yorkie Alfie is so DISTRESSED that he toilets indoors.

Little Yorkie Sadie may think she should join in and HOWL too.

In a while Alfie will not HOWL any more when his Person goes out without him.

Do you remember Lurcher Alfie I told you about recently?

Lurcher Alfie Cried and Panted and Wrecked his Bed when his Persons went out and left him Home Alone.

Alfie doesn't Cry or Pant any more when he is left Home Alone. (He still likes to Wreck his bed though).

Person says maybe Lurcher Alfie now thinks Wrecking is what a bed is for - especially a bed filled with FLUFF.

A Wrecked Bed with FLUFF makes a Comfy Nest.

And here is Lurcher Alfie now.

Anyway, I'm a Pip, not an Alfie.

To Monty the Mont I am a Pillow.