Thursday, 11 June 2009

DIARY OF A GOLDEN RETRIEVERS PREGNANCY, LABOUR AND PUPPIES. As written by Brady herself.

10th January 2008

It's a mystery, the mamma seems soooo excited today - AND I DON'T KNOW WHY!!!!!! I've tried to listen in to her conversations, keep an eye on her body language but its saying nothing and I can't seem to pick up anythin of any importance.............but I know she's up to something. I really must try and stay alert and not keep shutting my eye's, if I could just stay awake then I might not miss so much. Fortunately, or unfortunately, however you look at it, sleep seems to wash over me so so easily these days.

L turns up mid morning and even she's got the excitment bug - "WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?" i ask via tail and brilliant facial expression, but nobodies listening to me, "OK I KNOW, i'm only the dog around here, albeit some what curvaceous, chuncky and blond" but I know something is going on!!!!

Hey great it looks as if we're going out, "i'm excited, i'm excited". I love that word OUT, yes OUT is a most fabulous word and thats what we're doing, going OUT "come on lets get going". "WHAT!!!!!! I'M NOT GOING, YOUR LEAVING ME HERE, LEAVING ME AT HOME" They very unkindly pack me off to my bed, shutting me in the kitchen and off they go together in the car. I didn't even get the chance to beg or plead to go with them. "O well, at least I shall get a bit of peace and quiet, perhaps even manage a quick nap"

Some time during the afternoon they arrive home laughing and talking excitedly. It's all 'THIERRY' this and 'THIERRY' that. "WHAT OR WHO IS THIERRY?" And what has he got to do with me. I've heard of the footballer Thierry but i'm sure the mamma wouldn;t mean him, mind you with my mamma you never know, full of suprises that one.

"WOOOOW" did I just hear right, "STUD DOG,STUD DOG FOR ME". Now i'm swooning, at last a dog in my life, a dog to make me feel like a new dog/bitch again. "BUT,BUT" if that's true then that'll mean puppies, OH and i've only just got my figure back after the last lot of tear aways. Still he could be quite cute, our breed usually are, and I dont suppose it would hurt to meet up with him. I mean lets face it I know the mamma and I know the mamma knows a good dog when she sees one!!! Flynn was the last beau the mamma chose, and didn't she do well as he and I became parents to two beautiful litters. Flynn was my answer to any dog idol, sexy, handsome, gorgeous, delectable, hairy in the most exquisite way and what a mover, he certainly knew how to woo a girl. Trouble was as time went on he became a bit of a 'gigolo' , taking this bitch and that. I began to feel quite rejected and in the end just had to trot away. Gee all this excitement had suddenly made me ever so tired, I think i'll just have another little nap

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