If you thought a sore earole was bad, you should try a sore eye.
I was chasing a really fast rabbit. It weaved in and out of gorse and bramble bushes; I was so close to it. I was a real hunting dog and I was going to catch my first rabbit. I even managed the tight turns without skidding. The rabbit ran into a particular thick patch of bramble. Being a brave hunter, I followed. I felt a pain in my eye and then I couldn’t see properly. My eye was very very sore.
My people took me home as fast as possible. I couldn’t open my eye and I was a very sad and sore boy. I had to go to Mr Vet again; in fact it was a Mrs Vet this time. She was very gentle with me and said a thorn had gone into my eye and that I was a brave soldier and a very good boy. She gave me injections in my neck and we went home with lots of pills and drops for my eye. My people said I was a very expensive brave soldier. My eye is better now and I can see again. Polly and I are going to make sure we catch the rabbit that made my eye sore.
Sometimes, between our supper and night time biscuits, we go out to visit a place called a pub. We got to a place in Worth. Bess, Polly and I like the pub. There are lots of people who make a fuss of us and give us beer mats or ice to eat and sometimes we get bits of meat from the kitchen. I like pubs. Our people throw drats at a round board and we have to sit and watch. They aren’t very good at drats. I would like to visit more pubs. If you know anywhere that enjoys having good dogs to visit, please let me know and I will get my people to take us.
Grrrrrrrrrrr
Douggie
