Dog Day Afternoon

No fancy outfits today, just a standard jeans and T-shirt combo to handle the rigors of playing cleaner, chauffeur and nurse to my beautiful puppy.

Meet Bosco, my seven year old Maltese Shitzu cross. Poor Bosco spent the day at the vet having ten (!) teeth extracted and a a mystery lump removed. Bosco was my first baby, and yes I did used to dress him. He still has a natty little sailors costume somewhere, and has been known to wear racing silks on Melbourne Cup Day. These days his fashionable escapades play second fiddle to dressing two girls, but I still think he's the best puppy in the world. Sadly, he has also gone blind prematurely, which means that he often head butts the furniture and can't find his way out of the door. But he is the most well behaved, lovable dog. He's never chewed a thing, doesn't bark and always keeps you warm. So today he is due some extra pampering as he licks his wounds.

Whenever my dogs have some sort of treatment, be it surgical or otherwise, I always want to make their space a little nicer for them when they arrive home. I buy the fancy kind of dog biscuits, wash and plump the beds (with lots of fabric softener to make them smell great) and add a little touch of comfort. And given Bosco's ordeal today, I got him a little buddy. A little stuffed puppy to cuddle and call his own. Oh so cute!

Miniature Schnauzer From The Dog

Get well soon Bosco. xx