I know I must take them – but let’s furry face it – they suck.
My spirit is willing but they make my little legs very weak.
Dr Dean said that it takes four times as much energy to do anything that you usually do with alacrity.
Like jump on the bed.
I just can’t do it.
Hell – I can’t even jump on the couch which is lower than the bed.
Much lower – because they put blocks under the bed’s legs so that I could slink under when the thunder dog roars.
Worse… I cannot climb the stairs.
Well – okay when I’m desperate I can – but it takes me about 10 minutes to get up 15 stairs (hroof hroof – bet you never knew dogs could count).
Then I lie at the top and have a half an hour nap because I’m so exhausted.
The very worst is that I can’t play ball.
Alpha and mom throw it for me – ultra gently – in fact it’s just a little dribble along the grass, not a real throw at all… and even then sometimes my legs do the dirty on me and I nosedive.
I can hear you all going aaaahhhh shame – poor Fudges.
Me too – I also think I’m a poor Fudges!
I can mostly manage to go down the stairs, but sometimes I slip and scrape my little elbow.
Which then I have to lick better.
But then I do it again and again and so I have to do a lot of licking.
Mom tried putting stuff on but I licked that off too.
Then she tried putting a sock on my leg.
Did you ever!
What a silly thing to try.
I am not a clothes horse.
I am a Fudgie-wena.
Now she’s resorted to saying… “Fudges! Stop licking!”
I started licking the tiles around where I lie.
When she sees I’m not licking my elbow – she relaxes, then when she’s not looking… I lick my elbow.
The other night I was sleeping peacefully.
Woke up and tried to unstick my tongue from the top of my mouth.
Sjoe… was a thirsty doglet but was too lazy to get up for a drink.
I hear this whisper from the bed… Fudges! Stop licking.
Ye Gads woman!
I’m just rearranging my tongue.
