Here I am, still in a world of Covid - but still wagging my tail though, despite it all.
To all this I can add - this is not the time to be wandering around with a shaved belly.
I have been very poorly in the hospital. A liver infection. Quite serious apparently, which it is a bit ironic for something with the word "live" in it. So I had to have lots of injections and medicines and have my insides looked at on a screen, which is why they had to shave my little belly. It is very cold indeed.
The scissors are for a big tapestry cushion that Mistress is making, a picture of some apples. I keep trying to steal the wool for extra warmth, but she puts it where I can't reach it.
I can't complain. I have had a very happy year. I went to see my cousin Doug for Christmas. I celebrated the summer by very suddenly going deaf, which was very strange. Mistress took me to the vets, but there is nothing wrong. I don't mind too much - I can tell by my nose and my eyes what's going on and I still enjoy my life very much. It's actually quite nice not to have the noise when I am trying to be asleep.
Especially because I get lots of extra meat with my tablets. I have to take them until next week, but I will see if I can squeak some more meat every day for as long as I can.
I wasn't very happy with Mistress after I was allowed out of the vets.
That's my best "I hope you feel guilty" look. I think it works quite well.
It's a big new vets building and hospital. The old one where I (and Jasper and Tess) used to go has been knocked down (so I don't have to walk past it nearly every day, hurray!). By a strange coincidence the new place is built on the site of the building where Mistress's parents worked for 40 years. Mistress says it feels strange to go there now. I says she ought to try sitting there in a cage, hooked up to a drip with a little shaved belly. THAT feels strange.
On 11 January - so, 15 days ago - it was exactly ten years ago that Jasper died. Mistress says it seems like yesterday and she can't believe it has been that long. I can only remember meeting him once, when I was very little ("You still ARE very little" says Mistress. Ha ha. I mean, when I was a puppy) and lived with someone else. He was very nice to me. I think, even though we still have a nice life together, Mistress still misses him sometimes.
He was a very fine dog. If you look back at earlier posts on this blog you will find lots of lovely stories about him and his adventures, going all the way back to Sunday 13 August 2006 (It all started here). I think it might even be one of the first ever dog blogs. 2006 is a long time ago in the world of the internet, I think.
I am very much hopeful that this year - 2022 - is going to be a very good one for me and for Mistress and that I will have lots of adventures to share here. Mistress has not been able to drive a car since 2017, as she has been ill, but the doctor says she can now, hurray! We are just waiting to get a new one and then there will be no stopping us from exploring wherever we can.
I can't wait to see what the year is going to bring us.
In the meantime, stay safe, be nice to each other, don't give up hope and keep smiling.
Lots of love from Gisèle x
