Rats...the dog!

It’s been an eventful week. It’s all been about my dog Rats (yes, it is a silly name but I wanted to call him Toby – not my fault my mum thought he looked like a rat), well, I have some bad news. Don’t worry, he hasn’t died! Unfortunately he has been diagnosed with dog diabetes. Apparently, dogs and cats can only have their diabetes treated through daily insulin injections, and that is what my mum and I have to do.

So every morning at 8.30, we have to find ways of injecting the dog, while trying not to hurt him, lose him or upset him. Have you ever tried to inject a dog daily? It isn’t easy, there should be a sitcom based on it – was there ever a vet sitcom, or just that real life thing with Rolf Harris?

Today’s injections went surprisingly well actually, we warmed the insulin up and got him while he was eating breakfast – he is starting to be wary of anyone coming near him while he is eating cause he thinks he is going to get needled, which he is.

This has affected lots of things though. Firstly, mum and I have to coordinate our diaries so that neither of us are away at the same time – although at the moment it is a bit of a two person job, keeping the dog still while trying to inject him. Also, it means I have to get up at 8am every day (more of a problem when I want a lie in) because he has to be injected (by an aware person) by about 8.30am. I never wanted to get used to being up early but now it seems I have to because of a dog, how stupid is that!

If anyone has any tips on how to inject a dog, swiftly and without problems then let me know, it isn’t easy and I defy anyone who says it is!

It's all go

Well, work has started with a bang, feeling a bit crazy from both my jobs and college all starting again in the same week!

On a happier note I had a great Christmas with lots of games and even laser quest in the garden with my brother in law, the best bits being when in the dark he got caught out by the security light and when the dog attacked him, although he still won, both times.

I spent new year in the city of Brussels (spent the actual big hour in the grand palace square - see picture), went on the Eurostar and stayed in the Hilton Hotel, was all very posh - partly because we went 1st class on the Eurostar. It included free drinks, i.e. Champagne & some top meals. Had foie grass on the way home, but didn't find it hugely appealing, I think I am a bit common! (No surprises for anyone who knows me). The main things that stood out for me on the day we left for London was that on the megabus at 6.30am some girl was sick and just left it in the middle of the bus for the next 2hours, not the most delightful smell! Then during the day I managed to get stuck in a toilet for 5mins! The rest of the trip was brill though. The picture is of me outside the cathedral, looking way too excitable for someone going to a cathedral.


Update on college - still don't think anyone knows my real age, I guess I am now sure that if I wanted to be I could be a great undercover detective. How many detectives would get away with doing an A'level course without anyone realising their real age?

N.B. new years resolution, to get a new & proper career, any suggestions?