By Linda Harding/The Squashed Tomato
As I lie here on my wonderful Rogz bed, snuggled in a pink fleecy blanket and with a tummy full of delicious dinner, I struggle to believe that I was wondering the streets of Du Noon a little over a month ago.
My second week with my forever mommy has been so much fun! Her mommy (my granny) has been helping out a lot, which I have loved, as Granny spoils me so much. Mom and Granny have been quite worried about my skin, as I was biting and scratching constantly, even though I have no fleas anymore. Thanks to some anti-itch tablets for dogs, as well as a daily dose of Efazol oil (mixed into a yummy "eggnog" of ½ cup milk and 1 whole egg), I am biting far less often. My coat is also starting to get thicker, much softer and I have even started to shine! Granny says that this daily eggnog mixture is brilliant, as the protein from the egg and the calcium in the milk is so good for my development. Read more...
I have also been on antibiotics ever since my forever mommy adopted me, as the vet diagnosed me with a nasty bacterial infection. I was very sniffy and snotty, and snored loudly throughout the night. I had my last antibiotic on Monday, and am doing so much better! I have an appointment with the vet tomorrow where I – gulp! – will be having my first inoculations! Wish me luck, please!
A highlight of my week was the beautiful little jersey which my mommy bought for me. I am still quite skinny, even though I now enjoy 4 delicious meals a day (my Granny cooks up mince, brown rice and veggies, which she adds to my kibbles, so that I can grow up to be a big, strong girl), and so I get quite chilly at night and in the early mornings. I love my jersey, and my family tell me that I look absolutely adorable in it! It keeps me nice and snug, as it has a lovely fleecy lining inside, and I fall right to sleep when I am wearing it. My mom takes it off during the day, though, as Granny's dogs think it's just the most glorious way to pull me around!
Well, that's enough for this diary entry. Next week, I am going to tell you all about my teeth (you'll be so surprised to hear how special my teeth are!) and I'll also let you know why my family have starting calling me a "Wire-haired Terror" instead of Terrier!