
Film star
I’m a film star. Ok, that might be a bit of an exaggeration and I may not be about to have my fifteen minutes of fame, but I was filmed a lot yesterday. I may be able to show you some of it soon, which would be fun. It was when I went swimming. My hydrotherapist needed some film footage for a project she is doing and chose me as her subject. It was our Mistress doing the filming so sadly I didn’t get a whole crew at my every beck and call. There was no make up girl and more importantly no one brought be snacks. Anyway, I did my best. There was even a shower scene so it might turn out to be an ‘adult’ movie! I’d removed my collar and harness so I was completely naked.
My teeth
Oh dear, my teeth. I had a long talk with the vet about my teeth and it would be best if I could be sedated for some dental work. The problem is that after the last time I had an anaesthetic we all concluded that it would be best if I didn’t have another one. Given that I am not having my teeth worked on while fully conscious that does rather cut down the options. Anyway, I’m on some extra anti-inflammatories just for a few days and some antibiotics and once they all kick in our Mistress is going to be getting the toothbrush out and we’re going to see what happens. I may have to have antibiotics at intervals just to keep it all under control – either that or try to pull the offending teeth out myself and I’m too much of a coward for that one.
My knee on the other paw is even more of a lost cause. Why is it that bits of me haven’t been designed to last long enough?
Love Alfie