Heeled up!

All last week, Furry-face has been encouraging me to get better, as we walk and I try to run off, he keeps shouting "heal!" It must have worked, as I've just been back to the dog hospital and they say my wound is looking really good, no more Hippie Scrub, yay!

Unfortunately, I got stabbed by another person in a white coat, I didn't mind though, she wanted to play a little first, I could've done with a sleep though, that black mat is really comfy!

Yay, we're going to the canal…

…whatever a canal is? Furry-face just told me he's taking me to the canal because he's had enough of me peeing on the carpet, rewards at last!

The rain's stopped outside, so he's getting a few things together for me, then we're off. I'm looking forward to this, I've heard that the canal has some great swimming, so long as you're not too heavy, and there's meant to be fishes I can play with.