Thank you all for your kind words and concern about my paw. I have been taking it easy this week and have been having two short walks instead of one long one. Mummy has been keeping me on the lead so I don't run, boring. I have a nice rawhide bone to chew on to take my mind of my stitches, which works some of the time. If Mummy catches me licking my paw the stupid e collar goes back on.

Its done nothing but rain here all week. So we'd thought we'd share some photos from a couple of weeks ago, when we were out on the boat.

Have a great weekend.

Simba x

A big thank you to chica and pumucki for giving me this award.



And another big thank you to Verdi and Gaucho for giving me this award.



Its always nice to get awards, so thank you very much.

Simba x

Sunday morning Mummy and Not so fat fat Daddy, decided to walk into the town for coffee. I wanted to go, but wasn't allowed to walk that far on my poorly paw. So Mummy got this out of the garage. I wasn't too impressed at first.




Until I discovered I was just at the right height for the table. Is that low fat muffin all for me?




Having a poorly foot really makes them give into those puppy dog eyes. I think in the end I had more of the muffin then they did. And they got wet in the rain. I love been King.



Simba x

Mummy took me for my walk Saturday morning as usual, and I was having great fun running around in the river. When I came out of the river Mummy noticed I was limping. She checked my back paw and there must have been glass in the water, because there was blood pouring from my back pad.

Mummy picked me up and carried me to the car park, as she phoned my human brother to come and get us. We drove straight to the vet. The vet cleaned the cut, which really hurt! Then he said I needed stitches. He didn't want to inject my pad as it would swell up and he didn't want to give me a general anesthetic unless he had too. So he wanted to try and stitch my paw with Mummy holding and reasurring me.

Mummy held onto me and the nurse kept hold of my leg and the vet stitched. I cried and yelped and whined, it was about then Mummy fell apart, she was crying and sobbing all over me, she kept saying, its alright Simba, its alright. At one point she nearly had to walk out, because hearing me in pain was too much too bear. But a few minutes and two stitches later. the worse was over.

I had my leg bandaged up and two injections, the injections didn't bother me I was past caring by then. Mummy had reached the point of no return and couldn't stop crying. The nurse got my human brother to come and sit with her. The vet offered her a cup of hot sweet tea. She did ask if she could be sedated, not a bad idea.

The bandage was allowed to come off the next day. The stitches have to stay in for 12 days. Mummy and Fat fat Daddy have been taking the cone off when they can keep an eye on me. But left alone I can't help but lick the stitches.

When we got home Mummy tried to take my photo. I wasn't even talking to her!



In the last couple of weeks, I've had an upset tummy, nearly drown and now cut my paw. Mummy says she feels so guilty and feels she is a terrible dog owner. I think only hourly treats can make up for my pain and suffering.

Simba x

Oh deary, deary me!