Website is paid up for another year, Henrietta missed an egg the other day, the college course is lots of fun and when I came home on Thursday I was greeted by a labrador. It charged out of the front room and barrelled into me, trying to wash my face like it’d known me all it’s life.
Apparently some guy had turned up on the doorstep with an “I found this tied up down the street, you want?” excuse, so mum took it. It was a lovely dog around people, friendly and cuddly and kept trying to climb onto my lap and roll over. She was just waiting for the dog warden to arrive when I got home.
Dog was seriously hungry and skinny though, and, so we found out, she didn’t get on well with the other dogs. They were all locked in the kitchen but started fighting between themselves, I went in to break it up and Labrador managed to follow me. She picked Emmy up in her mouth and shook her like a rabbit, I thought she was dead.
It was scary. Labrador stopped shaking her when I shouted at her and dragged her off, but I honestly thought Emmy was going to be killed.
It’s funny, when we got Emmy I really, really hated her. I hated her so much, she’d come on such a stupid day and she was such a hassle, like having a baby around. Had to wash her face after she’d eaten and lift her back into the sleeping-box and everything. But now, she’s my dog, all fluffy fur and cowboy boots, she sleeps under my arm at night if it’s cold. I was never mean to her or anything even though I hated her, she was just a puppy, it wasn’t her fault, but I guess I resented it a lot at the time.
She was just a bit bruised, though, no blood and nothing broken, and two days later she’s still a bit quiet but fine apart from that. I’m glad she’s ok. It does appear to have sent her into heat though. Time to put the dark sheets on the bed.