Well it's about time I let you know what I've been up to over the last couple of weeks. I really will try to do this more often., but I need a bit of help from Dad and he always says he needs the computer for WORK.
Computers! He thinks more of them than he does of me! And I have to sleep with one in my room and sometimes it chatters in the night and I don't like it. It's like a ghost.
But let's not talk about that now, this is supposed to be about ME, WEBSTER. So let's catch up!
Tue 26 Duly: Today was fun. Ann (who helps look after Mum and Dad) drove us to the vet's for my twice a year check-up, although I only have to have those horrid jection things once a year. I don't reeeeeally mind them, but I pretend I do and then Dad and Mum say "poor Webster" which makes me feel good.
The vet's is nice and I get treats, but it's hard being good when there's miaowing c-ts around and sometimes dogs I want to play with.
The vet was happy with me but kept looking at my teeth. Dad was a bit upset about this and I'm not surprised really as I had to go back again, but of course I didn't know that then.
Thu 28 Dul: Dad and I went to the baker's in Edenfield today to get some pies for lunch. Not for me, just for Mum and Dad. I NEVER get pies. Just treats for being good and behaving.
And I was good, it was a good walk - no c-ts or yappy dogs, just bins to get round 'coz Thursdays is Bin Day in Edenfield. When I first came to live with Dad I didn't like the bins - I thought they were spooky things, But now I don't mind them, they're just part of the things I have to watch, like lamp-posts and bus stops and people (but people move a lot), so I don't walk Dad into them.
Anyway, I sat nice and straight at the Baker's counter, and got lots of praise from the lady serving and the customers. Dad was pleased with me.
Wed 3 Aug: My other Dad, Alan, who I used to live with, came today. He was my trainer and showed me how to be a good guide dog. Alan comes for what Dad calls my my MOT once a year and I have to show him that I remember EVERYTHING and that I'm the best guide dog in the world. We went into Rawtenstall and I showed off up and down the main street, remembering to tell Dad when we were at all the places we know in Rawtenstall. I wanted to go into The Deli for a coffee but Dad said "not today, Webster" and we went to Bolthole instead. Dad sells some of his nice smelling soaps and candles there and I was so well behaved for Elizabeth that I bet she forgot how I used to be when I was just starting - it was so hard to stay still when I was being praised or talked about. Well, I'm nearly five now so much more grown-up.
After the trip to Rawtenstall we went to a nice park and I had a lovely free run with a guide dog that Alan was looking after. That was great! And I was a GOOD BOY!
Sun 7 Aug: Mum's wheelchair broke just as they were going to have tea. We'd been out for a walk all together in the afternoon, and I was good again, but then the front castor fell off. I was so worried and was glad Mum din't fall out. I hate it when that happens coz I can't help her.
Well, that put Dad and Mum in a bad mood so I just kept quiet and later they both stroked me to make themselves get out of the bad mood.
I do hope they fix the wheelchair soon coz Mum can't come for a walk with us.
Mon 8 Aug: After tea Dad was a bit sad and stroked me a lot. Don't know why.
Tue 9 Aug: Dad was up very early today and DIDN'T FEED ME! I kept telling him but he just made soothing noises and tried to distract me with my toy but I could tell something was up.
And then Ann came early and we got in the van, but no-one was really happy.
At the vet's it was nice talking to the nurse and then - Ann and Dad just patted me and said "be a good boy, Webster" and JUST LEFT ME!
I was left by myself for a bit but I didn't mind and then the vet gave me some of those jection things. When I woke up I felt groggy and my gums were all hurting.
Dad said I'd had a something called a scale and polish and that he was glad I didn't have to have any teeth out.
Fri. 12 Aug: My teeth look nice and clean and my gums are much better now. I'm eating my own biscuit food again, but I'm sure if I ask Mum she'll give me more of that nice tuna and rice that she makes me when I'm poorly she would. They came to fix Mum's wheelchair on Wednesday AND we've been out for walks, a bit slower than usual coz Dad thinks I'm still not quite up to it, and Dad's been less strict with me than usual. I wonder how I can PRETEND to be ill?
Fri 19 Aug: As usual, Mum went to Bury today as it's Friday, and Dad stayed at home to do WORK. He says it's the only day he can get on with things, coz none of the others are in. But they kept talking about Townley Park, and then Ann put loooooooooads of Dad's soaps and candles into the van to take to the shop there. I wanted to go, but Dad said there wasn't enough room for me with Mum's wheelchair and everything in the van. So no free run for Webster today. And I just LOVE Townley Park coz there's lots of open space but enough footballs and sandwiches and water and dogs and children and other nice things to make Dad have to watch me a bit and keep him on his toes.
Oh yes, I nearly forgot! Natasha and Steve (her fiance) and Daniela (Mum and Dad's other daughter) are coming up for the weekend, so that should be fun.
Oh, there's someone at the doooooooooooor!!!!! Back in a mo!
It was MY DOG Food arriving. AND the delivery guy let me check him out - WOW!
Whew! That was very tiring remembering all that stuff. So I'm going to settle down for a sleep and Dad can have his smelly computer back!
