I think I've lost something........

As I was saying I thought we were going to the dog hospital and I would be able to have the cone removed for good ....WRONG....

Instead I was put up on the table my underneath embarrassingly

exposed and the dog doctor (Maria) started to cut and extract stitches from a bit of me she had sewn up on my last visit when I was asleep....now I thought "hang on a minute, something could fall out here!!!" Little did I realise there was nothing left to fall out,

it had already gone !!!!

Coned..............or conned?

I had to wear this ridiculous hat for two whole weeks, however after a few days Mr Stop'it did take it off at dinner times for me which of course made eating much easier. The main problem I found was that I used to forget I had it on. When walking about all too often I would suddenly be knocked back as the cone hit the edge of the door frame.....ouch!

Another problem was I was not allowed to run up and down the stairs. Now as where I live the main kennel is up a flight of steps and the basement kennel is down a flight of steps from the ground level that was an issue. I had to wait for Mr Stoppit to carry me up and down, most inconvenient for me! Then the day came to go back to the dog hospital, to have my cone removed............or so I thought!

I'm a groggy dogie

Well over the next 24 hours I felt really pretty groggy. Mr & Mrs Stop'it took turns in staying with me 24 hours a day and I was allowed to sleep in the basement area on the sofa. In fact they stayed with for the whole week both night and day.

Now I was not too keen on the Easter bonnet they had bought me. For one thing how's a dog supposed to lick her bits clean with this on her head, in fact it was also difficult to eat sometimes, but great fun if you wanted to scoop mud up in the garden! Another thing I was not too keen on is that twice a day Mr Stop'it sprayed my belly with silver aluminium, I think he wants me to audition for the "tin dog" in the Wizard of Oz....or was that tin man? No I'm sure there's a dog in it as well.................

Its all for the best Yeh !!!!

Truthfully I do not remember much after the needle in my front leg, the next recollection I have was that of a dream in which I was running and running to the people I look after. I could hear their voices, but I could not get to them. It was an awful dream, and when I really woke up I was just so dizzy and could not stand. Now I really wanted to go to the toilet and a made several attempts to get up, I fell about the place but with a bit of help from Mr Stoppit I got out into the garden............ohhhhhhhh relief !

But I did not feel ill...................

We had our normal trip to the beach and afterwards we stopped in Messini. I was taken in to a "dog hospital", now as I said I did not feel ill, and before the Stop'its left for the UK they had me checked out and given the normal dogie injections for the nasty things we can get out here. Why am I here I thought?

I met a very nice lady vet, called Maria who examined me, listened to my heart and took my temperature (I did not like where the thermometer went I can tell you!). Next she shaved some of my tummy and a bit of my leg. Now I am not a whimp so I tolerated yet another needle being put in my leg, and she left it there taped in....

Whats going on I thought, I've heard about us canines being put to sleep and never waking up again !!!!!!!!!

Just when I thought life was good..........

I soon began to realise that by "playing my cards" right I was going to be OK here with these people. For the first time in my life I had plenty of food to eat, I had my own bed and chair and I could take life easy, lazing in the sun on the balcony overlooking my new domain.

Now I must tell you I did earn my food. I made sure that all the cats and other dogs in the village stayed well away, in fact I did the same with people until it was made clear to me by the Stoppits who was allowed to come into our garden and kennels. The good part of the Stop'its kennel is that from both sides of the balcony you can see for miles, so nothing gets passed me!

Now whilst I was taken out most mornings in the blue tin box on wheels one of the rides I was given was to change my life for good...........................

Kennel full of toys!!!

Now what did surprise me was when my people started emptying their kennel what came out of it. There was lots of human type house things but also there were loads of things for me as well! I had a new food bowl, new collar & lead, a dogie duvet and a dogie basket to sleep in and lots of different types of dog food and treats. Now as the food came from Britain there was some I was not keen on, I don't know why these British people think us Greek dogs want to eat foreign food, you think they would learn from their human Greek counterparts that only Greek food is good....... wouldn't you?

But all this must have meant I WAS STAYING WITH THEM !!!!!

Their back..........

Some time in early September my folks turned up to take me back home, I was really pleased to see them and so was Pal, I think he was pleased to see them to get rid of me!

Anyway my chair, cushion and food trays were put in the big blue tin box on wheels, I said goodbye and a big thank you to Pal's people and off we went.

Imagine my surprise when we got back home, they had brought with them from Wales a giant people kennel on wheels!!!!

Time passes quickly....

I was with my mate Pal (thats him in the picture) for nearly nine weeks whilst the Stoppits were in the UK. The people Pal looks after cared for me very well, and I had a great time, despite Pal trying each dinner time to "nick" my dinner! I have never seen a "pup" eat so much.....

Anyway I heard Pal's people talking about my owners coming back soon and collecting me; now as much as I like Pal I am looking forward to some peace and quiet back in my own home. Little did I know what the Stoppits had planned for me !!!!!

Where do I start?

Now the first thing I thought I needed to show him was how to tell his folks when anything passes the house. We soon got that sorted, he learnt very quick how to bark with me at everyone and anything passing! Now for that lesson Pal's folks decided to call me "Rosie Rottweiler", now why was that I wonder?

I was also going to show him what we dogs do to cats, but he has a cat friend in the house called Charlie, and besides the fact Charlie gave me a few scratches I was told by Pal we had to leave Charlie well alone. So no fun there!

Pal also had lots of toys to play with, I liked the stuffed doll the best, he used to call it "Roger", but he tore it in half and now its Arfer............(arfer Roger!!!)