Muzzled!!

Unbelievable.  Absolutely unbelievable.  Today She has been to ToysRPetsRVetsRUs or whatever it’s called, and bought a horrid black rubber muzzle.  This is so that She can administer ear drops down my sore ears without having her hand taken off.  Am I seriously expected to sit nicely while a long white thing is poked down my ear and stuff squirted into it?  No, I will try to take the hand off that person, and rightly so.  So now I have a muzzle. It was “ridiculously expensive” apparently and She could have saved herself the bother.  I tried not to laugh as she read the instructions for “familiarising your dog with the muzzle” – it seems I’m meant to happily walk round the house wearing the hideous thing, if she trains me properly.  Instead, she put some more out-of-date hummus in it (why doesn’t she just throw that away?) and as I stuck my head in to eat it, rugby tackled me to the ground, gripped the muzzle and stuck the thing in my ear.  This is not what the pictures in the  instruction booklet looked like.  It’s bad enough  being muzzled every time I see the Evil Vet, (because I try to take their hands off too), but when someone that’s supposed to love you does it, that’s rubbish.

In other ways, things are looking up.  The Guilt Bone has gone through my system and firmed things up a lot, which is good for my anal glands as they tend to empty with the extra pressure of  hard stuff passing through.

J in the Marsden, you still being sick?  Hope I’m helping with that side of things.  Sorry to hear you’re stuck there till Sunday now, but to cheer you up, I hear the Therapy Magicians are coming round tomorrow.

A decent walk today – found some unidentifiable brown stuff to roll in, but carefully waited until She was well ahead up the field.   She then had to run full pelt down the hill waving the long pink ball flinger thing at me and shouting.  V funny.  Bastard Swan Offspring were there, right at my favourite spot for going in for a drink.  Hate them.  Someone had thrown some bread out for the birds in the usual spot, so it was a race between her and me to see how much I could grab before She got the lead on me. I won.

Still a lot of arguing about the House Party going on.  Also something called Exam Revision Workshop which Lad doesn’t want to attend but is being told it’s not his decision.  He doesn’t seem to agree with this.  Loudly.

Rather cold in here today – The Boiler doesn’t appear to be working and there’s been a lot of stressed muttering about “deargod3grandforanewone.”  Not looking forward to this evening with no heating, and may need to cuddle up on the sofa for warmth.  British Gas Man coming tomorrow She says, “reallyisthattheirideaofurgent.”

I’ve been told off a lot today for barking.  I could see, out of the window, a very threatening 96 year old lady standing at the bus stop.  She looked like she meant trouble, So I went ballistic.  Not long afterward, a mother and toddler walked past our car in a sinister way so I let rip at them too.  Nobody appreciates what I do to protect this family.

Well it’s nearly my dinner time – only another hour to go, so I’ll start whining and making a fuss about it now.

See you soon,

Russell

 

 

Author: boredbeagle

Slightly stocky beagle who lives with a family. This is She, He, Lad and Young Lad. And Gingercat. Generally doesn't get enough attention and so writes this blog to let everyone know what his life is like. You need to start from page one (First Attempt).. Go on, it's worth the effort.

One thought on “Muzzled!!”

  1. Love reading your blog Russell. You make my dogs and nice lady 3 doors downs dog look boring and they really know how to get up to no good!!

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