I am only coming up to six years of age and I have 5 degenerative discs and a weak elbow. Some “sausages” have all the luck, but I am now under scrutiny 24/7. I am not allowed to jump from the sofa or the car ( which is a low as a caterpillar ) but now my Mums thinking of lowering the step to the back door. Personally I think she is over reacting -but it’s only cos she loves me. some say besotted!!

Actually, I think I must be very easy to love as more and more people want to tickle my tummy, I had a rash recently, Mum paid another £100 for a potion to ease the itching, when I could have told her, people don’t wash their hands enough before rubbing my belly. Bloody typical that they lather for 20 seconds because of Covid 19- but not a one second for me. 

I think I give too much of myself and get taken for granted. Or maybe I roll over without thinking !

Wait for this news, my Fridays are now taken with bloody treading water, I have to go for Hydrotherapy to Groom and Room, I couldnt work out what the Room bit was all about, but now I know- Cos I need a room to recover for all the paddling. 

Emma is in charge there, I go in and a glass cage thing which fills up with water- then she hold a treat in front of my nose and wonders why I move forward to eat it. It’ exhausting trying to catch enough treats. My mate Martin took me last Friday, he bent Emma’s ear so much she shortened my class. Yippee!.

I’ve noticed that My Mum watches a lot more Tele these days, she has eclectic taste and can veer from Hamilton the musical on Disney to the Australian version of Love island, then she will move on to the National Theatre productions on YouTube, its hard to pigeon hole her taste but as long as she is happy I am by her side, she shed a few tears watching Holby City last week- Essie, one of the Nurses is terminally ill with a rotton Cancer, Mum was beside herself, I think these stories bring a lot of memories back, not really of her own fight but the fight her friend Yoka lost- many years ago. This is when I come in handy, a look, a snuffle, a move in closer to hug and she is lost in love with me.

Mum thinks I’m racist, as I bark a lot at a Big Black Dog that passes my window, I keep telling her it’s because of it’s size, but with all thats going on in the World right now I think she is considering gagging me. Ridiculous really, and I shouldn’t need to remind her that my bestest friend Betty is Black and Tan!

Well I’ve got a lot off my chest now, keep safe and follow your heart, and try not to bark at Big Dogs.

Best

Gertie