One year ago

I took this one year ago, the first ever photo of my Kizzie.  The bowl is a cat dish.  Kizzie sitting by an empty bowl with a sorry look on her face, little has changed :)

Here, Kizzie is lying on her blankie, this came from the breeder and smelled of her mum.

Kizzie still loves her blankie, at night she sucks it until she falls asleep.  It is unbelievably disgusting and has never been properly washed, she loves it so much I don't have the heart to take away the aroma. 

What a difference a year has made, I can't remember a time when Kizzie didn't live with us.  She has brought tears, worry, love and unlimited laughter. She is helping us to get fitter and ensures we get plenty of fresh air. In return she has wrecked the garden, ruined my carpets and chunks are missing from my coffee table, small prices to pay for having such a beauty in our lives.

 

It's blooming cold

It has been so cold that Kizzie has had to wear her jumper to go into the garden.  There has been no digging activity because the ground is too hard even for big paws to dig up. 

Kizzie spent christmas at C's house, we went too but stayed in a hotel at night whilst Kizzie climbed into bed with C, H and Ben. 

Ben's innocent face hides lots of stories of naughtiness and I think he may have taught Kizzie everything she knows.  It is very hard to be cross with those big black eyes.

The dogs get on very well together at one time they slept with their tails entwined.  Heartwarming stuff.

We gave Ben a jumper just like Kizzie's but his is black and the skinny version.  It fits and he doesn't mind wearing it, which is good news as otherwise he may have eaten it.  Kizzie and Ben gave each other stuffed toys, Ben really enjoyed pulling the stuffing out of some of them, they had a lovely tug of war with another.  They had a good time.  And so did we.

Hee Haw

or similar, I am not sure what reindeer say.  Anyway she looks happy for once, miss grumpy doesn't take kindly to having her photo taken.

as I was saying...

I would like to punch the person who...

threw a barbequed spare rib on the ground.  Kizzie found it and when I grabbed it, she chomped and swallowed half of it - bone and all.  Not funny.  Kizzie goes all out to break the restricted diet she is eating, but I dread the effects of cooked bone on her poor tummy.  We have 5 more weeks of the prescription kibble before we can introduce any other foodstuff. 

On a more positive note - the steroid tablets are starting to work and Kizzie's inflamed eyes are much improved this week.  No more scratching either.  Another week on the tablets and then we start to wean her off them.  Then we hold our breath to see if the conjunctivitis comes back.  If it does then she will have to have the incredibly expensive blood tests

Am I going crazy or....

I put a biscuit on the kitchen table, settled down to drink my coffee and read my book.  Kizzie sauntered up to me, stole the slipper from my foot and walk off with it.  She only went 4 or 5 feet then dropped it.  I picked it up and walked back to the table. 

Now where did I leave my biscuit? 

One day Kizzie will grow up and not be naughty anymore

I thought I could hear something so snook a peek into the kitchen.

She wouldn't?

Exclusion diet?  What exclusion diet?
Me?
I wouldn't?








Good job I had eaten all my tea before I dumped the plate...

Thaw - Pwaaaw

It is a bit warmer today, some of the icy snow has begun to melt.  I don't know what Kizzie rolled in, it had feathers and had been dead a very long time!  I had to do two shampoos to get rid of the pong. 

Come to think of it, it was probebly that blooming pigeon again...