Nothing beats the smell of a wet dog

On Saturday Mummy received a phone call from the hospital to let her know that I was doing really well. If I continue like this, I can come home soon. Mum and Dad didn’t visit me because they were afraid I’d get all excited and that’s exactly what I don’t need right now.

Dad is taking himself out every day. He’s old enough now, he doesn’t really need me to take him out anymore. But I do love walking together with him.

Mum prepared the house for my return, to give me a warm welcome. That usually means that she’ll be cleaning like a mad woman. Ever since I was born, she’s been following me with spray bottles. She doesn’t understand that I hate the house all spic and span.

Now I know that the last days before my operation, I weed in the house and threw up a couple of times. And I also know that’s not on, but in these circumstances I really couldn’t help it. Mum agreed with me that that was not my fault.

Anyway, that still doesn’t mean that coming back to a spic-and-span house is my idea of a warm welcome. In my opinion, a warm and welcome house smells of me, preferably wet. Nothing beats the smell of a wet dog.

I try to spread my smell as widely as I can. I love sleeping on the bed but I’m not allowed to. Normally the bedroom door is closed. One day however, Mum and Dad forgot to close the bedroom door and left the house without me. I grabbed that opportunity. I slept on the bed all afternoon. I loved it! When I heard the key in the front door, I jumped up and left the bedroom, closed the bedroom door (yeah, aha!) and ran to my own bed as quickly as I could, pretending to be fast asleep. I didn’t have enough time to do something about my bum imprint on the sheets but I don’t think they noticed!

Today, the hospital called to say that they wanted to keep me a bit longer because apparently something happened to my willy during my operation and it refuses to go back inside. I don’t know who Willy is and what that’s got to do with me but if you know him, could you kindly ask him to go back inside? 

Any day longer in the hospital is a day less at home…