Howdy and an update.

Howdy Mates.  Just an update on what's happening over our way.  Mum is still bandaging my feet every two days and sometimes twice a day when it's wet and my boots get muddy.  Yes, I did chew a nail on my good foot but I have not chewed my feet/nails for about two months now :-)  Sometimes she sighs and looks sorta worn out but I'm a good boy and lay still while she washes and disinfects my toes, puts padding between my toes, wraps it in a big bandage and then puts my boot on top of that.    After all that, would you believe she gives me a huge hug and a treat.  It's the easy life for me mates.  Mum says my nails are slowly, very slowly starting to grow back.  See I virtually chewed them right off.  I know, I know, I'm a nut case for doing it but they felt funny and sorta numb and I didn't realise what I was doing.   My walking is still wobbly, probably more wobbly since "the feet eating incident" as we like to call it, cause I can't exercise my legs as much anymore cause if I do my toes start to bleed.  Do not worry though.  I am happy and loving life.   I still LOVE to bark at the Postman and anyone else who comes to the door.  I'm eating like a horse (hehe, get it, a horse, me, have ya got a saddle for that thing?).   

See here we are enjoying the sun this morning.  You know how mum said I can't get on the lounge, well now I do and she doesn't care (well not much anyway hehe).

Our Dad has been on the sick list for the last nine weeks.  He has to have an operation on his neck/spine but we're not sure when yet.  He is ok, but not able to work and has to take tablets each day.  On the plus side he and mum are able to go out for coffee and cake.  A lot.  Mum loves coffee and cake hehe.  The Dr is arranging everything and we are waiting to hear from him.

When people ask how we're going mum says, we're "plonking along".  It's a good word.  Plonking - we think it means, "to get through each day as best you can when things are a bit rough".  

So mates, take care and we'll visit when we can. 
No worries, and slobber, Rory and Stella