~~My name is Taffy and this is my story~~

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Call the RSPCA

Well, would you believe it?  Here I am, with a big plaster on my leg (bright red - so they couldn't miss it!) and they go out for lunch and leave me for what seemed like hours.  Just to pay them back, I barked and howled to upset the neighbours until they returned.  Then I only ate half my dinner because I knew there was a painkiller, an antibiotic and a worm tablet mixed in with it all.  Do they think I have no sense of smell?  I may be an old geezer but my nose is still in working order.  I spat out the bits I didn't like on the kitchen floor.  I am now going to sleep round the clock until they try and force feed me with more tablets.  Who'd be a well loved dog?

No comments:

Post a Comment