My tummy is much better now but I’ve a rash on my neck. T is covering me with ointment and making me wear socks so I can’t scratch. I don’t have my own socks but hand-me-downs of P’s so they never fit properly. I have been wearing a pair with Daffy Duck on them, why P wanted to wear them I don’t know (T probably bought them) but he clearly doesn’t want to now and I can’t blame him. I’m not allowed to wear my collar in the house because of my neck rash and have to wait for the ointment to sink in before I am allowed to go out with my collar on. It’s all so complicated.
Despite this, I went to a country show at the weekend, had to wear a soft fleece cover on my collar (to protect my neck), as we were there all day, but not socks. I felt a bit over dressed wearing my collar cover but loads of dogs were at the show and most had dressed for the occasion so I was not out of place. T had a stall at the show (she makes pet bedding which I have to product test, life is so hard) so I was with P most of the time looking round. Saw lots of horses jumping over fences (I can do that) and a sheep being sheared – by an Australian! I wanted to tell him I’ve seen a wallaby but we didn’t stay long enough.
It was a tiring day and I had to spend some time resting on T’s knee, I’d tried lying on the grass but it was uncomfortable. This did make it difficult for T to serve customers but she managed, she’s quite resourceful at times. I did attract attention so T couldn’t object; I am Paddy Fabulous Willy of West Yorkshire after all!
Now you might think that my life is not so bad and I shouldn’t complain, well I would just like to say that this morning T took me to the park to play ball but she forgot to take my socks off. Would you want to be seen in public in Daffy Duck socks?
T has now put me in a lilac pair so she can’t fail to notice that I’m wearing them. But there is no way I’m wearing white socks.
